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146 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 8, 2022
Perhaps we were wrong to think, even for a brief duration, that the pandemic could function as a great leveller, that it would be the occasion for imagining a more substantial equality and a more radical form of justice. We were not exactly wrong, but neither were we well prepared to bring about the world we imagined. One problem is that the aspiration animating the idea of remaking the world presumed it a tabula rasa, a new beginning, without asking whether the new brings a weighty history along with it, whether new beginnings are really breaks with the past, or even can be. Another problem, clearly deeper, is that the economy very quickly came to replace the world in the mainstream public discourse. The 'health of the economy' was understood to be more valuable and urgent than the 'health of the people'. Indeed, attributing health to the economy figured the economy as a human body, an organism, one whose life and growth must be supported at all costs, even if that entails the loss of human life. But the transposition of health onto the economy did not just transfer a human attribute to the markets; it literally drained health from living bodies to establish health for the economy. That has been the deadly form of displacement and inversion within the logic of capitalism that comes to the fore within pandemic times.
Under conditions of pandemic, it may be that we are all suffering from some version of melancholia. How does it become possible to mourn so many people? Do any of us know how to name what we have lost? What kind of public mark or monument would begin to address the need to mourn? Everywhere we sense the absence of the mark, the gap within the sensible world.
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Too often the images of the dead and dying flit by as sensational clips. Sequestering enforces both a sense of ambient death and a shared practice of deflection: "let's not focus on the negative!" The task, though, is to convert that ambient sense of loss into mourning and demand. Learning to mourn mass death means marking the loss of someone whose name you do not know, whose language you may not speak, who lives at an unbridgeable distance from where you live, insisting on a global frame for our disorientation. One does not have to know the person lost to affirm that this was a life. One does not have to have all the details about a life to know that it existed. The right to belong to the world is anonymous but no less obligatory for that reason.