Sher Ali Khan
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Organic Filaments. Fugitive Currents.Power, politics, resistance.
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It is the everyday logic of the postcolonial state, where survival depends on manufacturing crisis and turning people into enemies. Solidarity with Kashmir. Refuse the war.
#EqbalAhmad #Kashmir #IndusWatersTreaty #NoToWar #SouthAsiaSolidarity
#EqbalAhmad #Kashmir #IndusWatersTreaty #NoToWar #SouthAsiaSolidarity
April 24, 2025 at 3:39 PM
It is the everyday logic of the postcolonial state, where survival depends on manufacturing crisis and turning people into enemies. Solidarity with Kashmir. Refuse the war.
#EqbalAhmad #Kashmir #IndusWatersTreaty #NoToWar #SouthAsiaSolidarity
#EqbalAhmad #Kashmir #IndusWatersTreaty #NoToWar #SouthAsiaSolidarity
India threatens to revoke the Indus Waters Treaty. Pakistan responds with military drills. This is not about water. It is about power. It is about keeping conflict alive to preserve the rule of elites. Kashmir remains occupied.
April 24, 2025 at 3:39 PM
India threatens to revoke the Indus Waters Treaty. Pakistan responds with military drills. This is not about water. It is about power. It is about keeping conflict alive to preserve the rule of elites. Kashmir remains occupied.
India threatens to dismantle the Indus Waters Treaty.
Pakistan responds with military drills.
It’s not about water. It’s about power. About deflection. About denying reality.
Pakistan responds with military drills.
It’s not about water. It’s about power. About deflection. About denying reality.
April 24, 2025 at 3:32 PM
India threatens to dismantle the Indus Waters Treaty.
Pakistan responds with military drills.
It’s not about water. It’s about power. About deflection. About denying reality.
Pakistan responds with military drills.
It’s not about water. It’s about power. About deflection. About denying reality.
So today, in the middle of fascistic time, ask yourself:
What holds you together?
What small acts of care, of solidarity, keep the flame alive?
Because the struggle is long. And endurance is how we survive the long haul. #Endurance #Fascism #Povinelli #OrdinaryViolence #FugitiveCurrents #StayAlive
What holds you together?
What small acts of care, of solidarity, keep the flame alive?
Because the struggle is long. And endurance is how we survive the long haul. #Endurance #Fascism #Povinelli #OrdinaryViolence #FugitiveCurrents #StayAlive
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
So today, in the middle of fascistic time, ask yourself:
What holds you together?
What small acts of care, of solidarity, keep the flame alive?
Because the struggle is long. And endurance is how we survive the long haul. #Endurance #Fascism #Povinelli #OrdinaryViolence #FugitiveCurrents #StayAlive
What holds you together?
What small acts of care, of solidarity, keep the flame alive?
Because the struggle is long. And endurance is how we survive the long haul. #Endurance #Fascism #Povinelli #OrdinaryViolence #FugitiveCurrents #StayAlive
We endure with one another. Even when our bodies are kept apart, our stories, our memories, our commitments keep us tethered. Fascism isolates. Endurance reconnects.
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
We endure with one another. Even when our bodies are kept apart, our stories, our memories, our commitments keep us tethered. Fascism isolates. Endurance reconnects.
But endurance isn’t solitary. It’s relational. It’s held together by fragile infrastructures of care: a shared meal, a whispered story, a moment of collective grief that doesn’t seek resolution.
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
But endurance isn’t solitary. It’s relational. It’s held together by fragile infrastructures of care: a shared meal, a whispered story, a moment of collective grief that doesn’t seek resolution.
In this sense, endurance is resistance. To endure is to refuse the state’s timetable for your disappearance. It’s to continue breathing, loving, building, even in the slow suffocation of authoritarianism.
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
In this sense, endurance is resistance. To endure is to refuse the state’s timetable for your disappearance. It’s to continue breathing, loving, building, even in the slow suffocation of authoritarianism.
Fascism colonizes the sensory field—it teaches you to expect less, to fear joy, to distrust your neighbors, to flinch at every new policy. Survival becomes a fight to preserve the capacity to feel, to hope, to imagine.
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Fascism colonizes the sensory field—it teaches you to expect less, to fear joy, to distrust your neighbors, to flinch at every new policy. Survival becomes a fight to preserve the capacity to feel, to hope, to imagine.
In fascistic times, the question isn’t only: How do we resist?
It’s: How do we endure long enough to resist?
How do we hold the line when the world is structured to erode us before we even reach the frontlines?
It’s: How do we endure long enough to resist?
How do we hold the line when the world is structured to erode us before we even reach the frontlines?
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
In fascistic times, the question isn’t only: How do we resist?
It’s: How do we endure long enough to resist?
How do we hold the line when the world is structured to erode us before we even reach the frontlines?
It’s: How do we endure long enough to resist?
How do we hold the line when the world is structured to erode us before we even reach the frontlines?
Povinelli calls this the endurance of late liberalism—how marginalized communities survive the unexceptional violence of systems that claim to be inclusive while relegating them to zones of abandonment.
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Povinelli calls this the endurance of late liberalism—how marginalized communities survive the unexceptional violence of systems that claim to be inclusive while relegating them to zones of abandonment.
Endurance isn’t glamorous. It’s the act of showing up when everything tells you not to. It’s scraping by, cobbling together moments of care, fragments of community, when the structures around you insist on abandonment.
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Endurance isn’t glamorous. It’s the act of showing up when everything tells you not to. It’s scraping by, cobbling together moments of care, fragments of community, when the structures around you insist on abandonment.
It’s in the deferred dreams, the bureaucratic delays, the everyday humiliations that wear you down. Fascism doesn’t need to storm in jackboots—it creeps, sedimenting in the small decisions that strip you of time, energy, breath.
April 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
It’s in the deferred dreams, the bureaucratic delays, the everyday humiliations that wear you down. Fascism doesn’t need to storm in jackboots—it creeps, sedimenting in the small decisions that strip you of time, energy, breath.
Fugitive Currents traces these hidden architectures.
Not just laws and states,
but the quiet social contracts that organize cruelty.
Not just laws and states,
but the quiet social contracts that organize cruelty.
April 22, 2025 at 1:40 AM
Fugitive Currents traces these hidden architectures.
Not just laws and states,
but the quiet social contracts that organize cruelty.
Not just laws and states,
but the quiet social contracts that organize cruelty.
In Pakistan, caste hides behind the shield of religion.
In India, it’s absorbed into Hindutva.
But in both, caste governs through everyday rituals—
gestures mistaken for tradition,
silences mistaken for peace.
In India, it’s absorbed into Hindutva.
But in both, caste governs through everyday rituals—
gestures mistaken for tradition,
silences mistaken for peace.
April 22, 2025 at 1:40 AM
In Pakistan, caste hides behind the shield of religion.
In India, it’s absorbed into Hindutva.
But in both, caste governs through everyday rituals—
gestures mistaken for tradition,
silences mistaken for peace.
In India, it’s absorbed into Hindutva.
But in both, caste governs through everyday rituals—
gestures mistaken for tradition,
silences mistaken for peace.
Caste is in who we let into our kitchens.
Who we marry. Who we bury next to.
Who disappears without noise.
And who is never allowed to appear at all.
Who we marry. Who we bury next to.
Who disappears without noise.
And who is never allowed to appear at all.
April 22, 2025 at 1:40 AM
Caste is in who we let into our kitchens.
Who we marry. Who we bury next to.
Who disappears without noise.
And who is never allowed to appear at all.
Who we marry. Who we bury next to.
Who disappears without noise.
And who is never allowed to appear at all.
Povinelli talks about power as “cruddy, recursive, intimate.”
Not the shock of emergency—
but the slow violence of what feels normal.
Ambedkar lived this. He didn’t just fight caste in law—
he understood how it survives in intimacy.
Not the shock of emergency—
but the slow violence of what feels normal.
Ambedkar lived this. He didn’t just fight caste in law—
he understood how it survives in intimacy.
April 22, 2025 at 1:40 AM
Povinelli talks about power as “cruddy, recursive, intimate.”
Not the shock of emergency—
but the slow violence of what feels normal.
Ambedkar lived this. He didn’t just fight caste in law—
he understood how it survives in intimacy.
Not the shock of emergency—
but the slow violence of what feels normal.
Ambedkar lived this. He didn’t just fight caste in law—
he understood how it survives in intimacy.