Saya menemukan sebuah video poetry slam, lagi. Kali ini tertanggal cukup baru, yaitu Agustus 2013. Pembawa puisinya bernama Sam Cook, dan dia membicarakan tentang bagaimana negaranya, Amerika, telah menyunting tiga penyair ternama: Yesus (He is indeed a poet), Rumi (penyair Persia, seorang Sufi), dan Tupac (seorang rapper kulit hitam), menghilangkan inti dari latar belakang dan cerita mereka, sedemikian rupa, untuk menjalankan sebuah agenda, atau ilusi semata. Walau Sam Cook membawakan pesan ini dengan sudut pandangnya sebagai seorang laki-laki kulit putih di Amerika yang muak dengan ilusi tersebut, saya rasa pesan yang dia bicarakan itu universal.
Kalimat terakhir yang keluar dari mulut Cook, berbunyi: it is so easy, to make someone speak once they are dead. Ya, mudah sekali membuat orang yang sudah mati, untuk berbicara kepada orang-orang. Contohnya saja, masyarakat Indonesia akhir-akhir ini dibuai dengan jargon “Piye le, luwih penak jamanku tho?” a la Pak Soeharto. It is so easy to make someone speak once they are dead.
Puisi ini dengan keras mengatakan bahwa Amerika melupakan siapa itu Yesus, menyembahnya sebagai Tuhan orang kulit putih, dan mengatasnamakan Yesus untuk melakukan opresi. Mungkin benar, mungkin tidak, saya sendiri tidak tahu. Puisi ini juga menceritakan bagaimana masyarakat masa kini membangkitkan Tupac dalam budaya populer, namun melupakan asal muasalnya. Puisi ini menceritakan tentang hak istimewa kelompok mayoritas, yang tidak menyadari tentang institutionalized racism di Amerika. Sam Cook menceritakan tentang whitewashing.
Tapi pesan yang dibawa kurang lebih menurut saya, selalu ada gelombang yang akan berusaha menyumpal kita, masyarakat, dengan sebuah ilusi, sebuah agenda, yang membawa ide-ide di luar konteks asal ide-ide tersebut. The ignorance of simply not questioning, will make us blindly a part of that large illusive movement. Di Indonesia, masyarakat mudah sekali digiring isu, terlebih lagi dengan isu SARA, gender, serta isu-isu yang mendorong konflik dan meminta kita untuk kritis.
Well, I tried my best to transcript the whole poem from the video here (cmiiw):
The poet Rumi wrote about God in Code.
One tale is that the Sufi religion was illegal during his lifetime,
and so by concealing his reverence for God in the imagery of alcohol,
by in fact hiding the divine in vice,
Rumi was able to continue his sacred tradition unhindered.
The poet Tupac wrote about God in revolution,
hidden in the violence and oppression of this society.
One tale is that his very race was illegal during his lifetime,
and so by concealing his reverence for his own people,
Tupac was able to continue his sacred tradition unhindered.
The poet Christ did not conceal God in his writing.
He was killed for his beliefs,
and then raised from the death in the stories of his followers.
The poet Tupac was killed and then raised from the death by non-believers
In the desert of southern California on an ancient indigenous burial ground,
turned polo field, turned music festival, where brown people once buried their dead,
and white kids like me now get high.
What privilege to dance on graves whose names you do not know.
In 2012, at the Coachella Music Festival, with more than 85,000 people gathered to watch
The poet Tupac was resurrected as the hologram,
they transformed his flesh to light and forced him to pray,
and to pray they show the masses, his god would not come
In this country, the poet Christ is primarily worshipped by those who wish Him white,
who choose not to think of Him as a man oppressed for his race,
who choose not to think of Christ as a product of human politics,
instead they pray to His body, nailed to the cross He was killed on,
call His murder a miracle and then oppress in His name.
The American translations of Rumi are among the world’s most popular poetry.
Their translator speaks no Persian, no Arabic language whatsoever,
and his translation neatly sized up any reference to oppression.
These are illusion crafted for white folks, for me,
to help me keep my breakfast down while I read the newspaper,
to help me swallow bullshit like post-racial America
The illusion says, race is solved in whispers.
Don’t worry, everyone is slowly turning white.
And so, the hologram will never tell us
that the poet Tupac came from a family of black revolutionaries.
The hologram will never tell us,
the poet Tupac died violently as a result of his own violence and that of a violent system.
The hologram says nothing about institutionalized racism, nothing about racism at all.
And even now, in this poem, I know whose stories I tell.
I am aware of what privilege it is, to speak on someone else’s oppression
To speak on three texts by dark skin poets,
with all the same pages, cut out all the same words,
redacted: opression, revolution, race
…a black poet, a sufi prayer, a jewish preacher, all turned into white prophets.
It is an old trick.
it is so easy, to make someone speak once they are dead.