The English language has toyed with humanity, cutting us into groups, ‘men’ or ‘women’, ‘young’ or ‘old’, ‘able’ or ‘not’,...

The English language has toyed with humanity, cutting us into groups, ‘men’ or ‘women’, ‘young’ or ‘old’, ‘able’ or ‘not’, ‘well’ or ‘un’. Our language conjures a vision of division. Words sever us from one another and the world we live in, chopping our family and our time into pieces. Our sentences are built to co-opt, commodify, compare, compete, combat, conquer, claim, own, use. What you can’t count, doesn’t count. Ours is a language of entitlement, putting the ‘our’ in ‘resource’. It’s a language of sexual contempt, seeing only the ‘man’ in ‘human’.

_Siana Fitzjohn - ‘Toutouwai the Curious’ in Dark Mountain_

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