The following is the full text from my plenary presentation at the IFS annual conference, that I delivered on Saturday morning, October 28, 2017.
Good morning. I want to start by acknowledging how overwhelming
it feels to parts of me to be given the opportunity to speak for my parts that
have been wounded by, and are healing from racism. I frequently have a part
that worries about finding the words to fill a space of time. Today however,
the concern falls more to: how can I Even Begin, to offer the context for what
I want to get across, in just a few short minutes?
I am Palestinian. Even saying that feels charged. Forever, I
have had a part that has felt it necessary to say, “I am half Palestinian.” Or
to make a joke out of it and say, I’m half WASP and half Camel. As a kid
growing up in the ‘60s and ‘70s in a largely white upper middle class suburb of
Utica, NY, being Palestinian was not something that was emphasized by either of
my parents. I do not recall as a young person ever feeling pride when telling
people that I was “half Palestinian.” It was not something that was hidden, but
it certainly was not celebrated, or offered much historical context for me as
to what it means to be Palestinian. There were stories about my father and his
long multi-phased journey of how he got to Ithaca, NY; the heart-break his
family experienced as he left as a teenager, by himself for a far away land;
the sweet romantic story that he loved to tell of how he met my mom; but not a
lot around the Why of his departure from his birth home.
A very notable moment in my family history came when my older
brother and I began producing grandchildren, and, all of a sudden my father
became the Palestinian grandfather. My four children, who grew up in close
proximity to their grandfather, became proud Palestinians. It was at this time
for me, alongside my own children, that I began to more fully claim being
Palestinian. Instead of being embarrassed by being so much browner than my
mother and most of my white friends, there came an opening of possibility that
that might Not be so bad; maybe it was even Ok. So today I stand in front of you and let you
know: I am Palestinian. I can claim it fully. I can also claim fully that
I am British; I am Welsh; I am a smattering of other northern European
ancestors. And yes, I am Palestinian.
Fast forward to a year ago. Last years Saturday
morning plenary at this very same IFS annual conference, many of you will
remember, offered a panel of extraordinary and brilliant Self-Lead loving
beings, many of whom are here speaking again this morning; all of whom spoke
with amazing eloquence for their marginalized, oppressed, and wounded parts.
Listening to and taking in their offerings was a profound experience for me.
And yet, as everyone else was leaving and exclaiming their awe and parting for
their morning workshops, there were tears that I could not hold back as I left
that session a year ago. Those tears came from my parts who experienced the absence of a Palestinian voice
on that stage as a repeat of the pervasive and deliberate elimination of all
things and wounds Palestinian by so many other powerful institutions that
surround our daily existence. A
deliberate and familiar choice my parts have come to expect of the erasure of
the Palestinian experience. My parts felt again that same familiar de-selection
from this community that I have strongly chosen to align with, and from whom I
have learned so much about unburdening, healing, and loving. The oversight, as
my parts perceived it a year ago, was now coming from the very community that
has offered Me the tools and resources for This Palestinians healing, tools
that have given me so much greater access to my own personal truths and wisdom.
In the relatively short space of time since I began my IFS training, I have
effectively used these tools in the service of healthier relationships and a
life that feels more content and complete than I have previously known. My
parts that teared up last year were confused and hurt. And now, I get to stand
in front of you and speak for my Palestinian parts, and their ongoing healing.
As I do that, there are a couple of things that feel worthy of
being named. First, the demographic that I represent, is not a demographic that
is well represented in this room. Second, the demographic that I represent, is
not all that well represented in most rooms that you’ll randomly walk into in
this country. And, the demographic that I represent today is frequently
misrepresented and misunderstood by those who are not Palestinian. That being
said, I do not wish to, nor can I, represent all Palestinians. Just as with any
other group of people, we are diverse, and I am just and only one. And yet, I
am grateful to offer you a small window, into my world. Another important thing
that needs to be named, is that there is a significant Jewish representation in
this room. And, because I am Palestinian, I make a distinction between White Privilege,
and Jewish Privilege. I’ll also name, that I have parts that are exceedingly
aware, that the concept of Jewish privilege may be a challenge to some of you.
And, of course: all Parts are welcome. That’s why we are here. It is however,
important that I speak for my part that feels the Jewish privilege that belongs
to my friends and colleagues, and that my Palestinian parts can never
experience. And, It Is Important that discrepancy be named. My parts that hurt
and feel invisible, have come here as much as anything so they can be named,
and hence, be less invisible.
One of the most important things that I have learned through my
process of preparing to speak here this morning, is a clearer understanding of
the requisite and complex entwining of my Personal and Legacy Burdens. These
burdens travel closely and are not always distinguishable, one from the other. The
protectors that manage my personally felt burdens, carry a deep historical
context, and are guarding and protecting me in my personal life and
relationships, Even as they may stem from an historical context. An historical
context, mind you, that this Palestinian has barely directly experienced in her
lifetime. And, the fact of that, “barely directly experienced” context, too
brings it’s own series of burdens.
As I spend time putting the legacy, the personal, the room I am
standing in, and the audience to whom I am speaking in context, the reminder
now is: The burden I speak of is a
burden of invisibility. There are other burdens that travel with it:
irrelevance, erasure, and betrayal should be named; yet the burden of
invisibility is this mornings’ driver. In my lifetime, it has not been lost on
me that I can have trouble finding my voice. Yet, preparing to speak here
today, has not just highlighted, but has put an enormous Shining spotlight, on
just how pervasive and deep, the confusion of, “Is it Ok to speak?” can be. I
believe my plenary panel can attest to that for you! It has never been difficult to recognize a
gendered burden of needing to be sweet, agreeable, and kind. I now also
recognize the layers of burdening associated with the wounds and polarizations
of being Palestinian that contribute to the challenge of finding my voice.
Significantly, there is a polarization between my Palestinian
Part that has been well taught to do things quietly, politely, and without a whole
lot of fanfare, or challenging of anyone, and a more activist Palestinian Part
that wants to Scream Out the egregious injustices that have been committed upon
us. This activist part wants to set
straight so many misunderstandings and untruths about who the Palestinians are,
and would offer an important, little heard historical context of how we have
come to our plight. My gentle, “keep your mouth shut Donna,” part who quickly
defers to other voices, understands that being generous and likeable allows
relationship to grow and flourish. If any of you have ever befriended a
Palestinian, you understand just how deeply this can run in Palestinian blood.
The Palestinians are some of the most generous and hospitable people you will
ever in your lifetime meet. For instance, you need to be careful telling a
Palestinian woman that you like her jewelry; she might just take it off and try
to gift it to you. The more assertive activist part of me knows, however, that
if she never has a voice or significance she will never be seen. On a global level
the result of such silencing is genocide. Personally, the result of such
silence is a Profound and Lonely disconnection that carries the mantra: “they
don’t get it, they don’t get it, they will never get it.”
Self-Leadership brings a humane understanding to the healing
that is being sought between communities of conflict and unbalanced power
differentials. Actively exploring and witnessing my parts over the last several
months in preparation for this morning has offered me greater clarity, and
helped me to understand things that I have felt, but have not previously
understood very well. There are difficult dialogues that need to happen; and by
rights have begun happening in this community. Speaking for the Unbalanced
power differentials is an Essential piece in healing and shifting the
differential. I have parts that deeply long for more Palestinian voices in IFS
spaces. And, I am extraordinarily
grateful to be here. Thank you for your
kind, generous, open-hearted listening.