(Mother Swamp by Jesmyn Ward
What if there were more maroon settlements in the wilderness?
What if there was a maroon settlement in the wilderness that sprang from one escaped woman?
What if there were maroon women, escaped from slavery, who were similar to Saint Malo, peopled by Filipino American men that existed along the shore in a hidden fishing village of Lake Borgne in Saint Bernard Parish, Louisiana as early as the mid-1700s.
What of the American maroons who escaped and dug caves in the riverbanks for shelter, living in such dwellings for long periods of time?
How would the aforementioned woman build a family, a community, , and guarantee their continued existence?
How would they have survived beyond being blood relatives?
How would they protect their settlement?
How would they choose their freedom from gender roles, the patriarchy, slavery, and external racism?
What would this kind of freedom look like?
What were its costs, gifts, and could it evolve?
These are the questions Ward asks in her author’s notes introducing this piece of her draft of the current novel she’s working on, released as A Point In Time Kindle Book, which follows an enslaved woman from South Carolina to the slave pens and sugar plantations of Louisiana.
But this is where most readers mistake Ward for a Black or African American literary artist writing about slavery, as if it was slave pornography for white people, instead of a major, American literary artist, maybe our the best alive, writing for everyone’s sake.
First, this example of Ward’s literary achievement isn’t asking questions about black people but women and people generally. Specifically women and their daughters, yes, but also their relationships with all kinds of other people. Not only slaves, or black people.
Second, Ward’s asking about freedom, which is common to everybody, and what it would look like if people had different choices and understood history.
Third, It’s mistaken to compare novelists and wrong to compare the personal lives of literary artists to their work, unless they do it themselves like in Ward’s case, one example is her memoir, “Men We Reap” and in two other examples include Ward’s articles in the Atlantic, KING Issue, April 2018, “RACISM IS ‘BUILT INTO THE VERY BONES’ OF MISSISSIPPI, and Vanity Fair, September 20, 2020, “On Witness and Respair: A Personal Tragedy Followed by Pandemic” and another example is John Updike’s memoir: “Self-Consciousness”.
For example. In American politics freedom in the Unites States of America has been confused with capitalism meaning money, instead of its original meaning, liberty, meaning equality.
Third. Ward’s writing about freedom with respect to its costs, gifts, and whether or not it can evolve and how. Freedom considered in these ways applies to all people, especially Americans. That’s why Ward is a great writer. Not simply a black or African American writer. To consider her one defeats the purpose of her work, its resplendent luxury, which also includes loss, grieving, and keeping moving forward. Qualities we all struggle with no matter our race, religion, political persuasion, and class.
The following include some examples fro what I read in this piece of Mother Swamp:
The concept of freedom in, “Mother Swamp” doesn’t confuse capitalism as money, instead it harkens back to the word’s original definition, liberty, meaning equality. This idea permeates this novel fragment without its being mentioned except for its juxtaposing living in the swamp from on the plantation. Not only does it possess an historical sweep, which is otherwise scarcely known, by its most common motivation: miscegenation. Essentially, Ward’s aspires to tell a story about what our historical consciousness means. Not simply her characters’ perspectives, specifically in, “Swamp Mother” by Afice but humanity’s. Only three other authors, which I’m aware of have attempted this feat: William Faulkner in, “Absalom, Absalom” and John Updike in his five “Rabbit” novels, which I consider one, and James Joyce, in “Ulysses”. Ward alludes to this goal when she describes, “Mother Swamp” in her author’s note as, “liminal.” In an effort to also achieve this goal, “Mother Swamp” is alto multigenerational.
Ward describes relationships, as being made up of individuals, in an empathic way when she tells how First Mother brought First Daughter at seventeen-years old, on an adventure to discover a displaced island of Filipino-American men. They do. In this way First Mother and First Daughter make an alliance with the island men, and First Daughter discovers a mate. Her discovery is lifechanging but described with subtlety clearly identifying each person of the pairing as separate but equal. An almost wordless interaction, which starts with a common meeting and ends with the young man saying, “Marykit,” Tagalog for beautiful. It’s also the title of the debut song by Filipino hip hop artists Juan Caoile and Kyle Caplis, which was released on May 21, 2020, about being attracted to a special woman a man can’t live without. The fact that it’s a Hip-Hop song is also relevant insofar as Civil Rights are concerned underscoring the fact that this new art form of American music directly and partly developed as an answer to Martin Luther King, Jr’s assassination and the vacuum his loss left in the advancement of race relations, which hip hop has partway filled. These character alliances speak to the empathic quality of “Mother Swamp” in terms of their specificities of each group’s identity, and each person’s differences, as possibilities, without mentioning the act that conjugates their togetherness and implies love as an ongoing action.
This happens a second time in a later generation when Afice sees her mother visited by her father who are as different as a sheet of paper from an envelope, which fit one another. Also, the meaning of the name Afice is regal but especially in a sense of loyally serving others sometimes at her own peril. Ward’s sentences are resurrectional. They’re not unlike the swamp in which reside Afice and her ancestors: crucified at like our Calvary of everyday life. Who cares? It’s no big deal. But a deeper meaning is revealed, containing living ideas like icons of God. Our swamp is life.