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Karma, Privilege, and Hungry Ghosts

I’ve been thinking a lot in the last few weeks about privilege as a karmic phenomenon, and enlightenment as a pursuit of social justice.

Let me try to define ‘privilege’ in its social justice sense, for those who aren’t used to the term.  Your privileges are advantages you have that most of the time you don’t even see because they’re too ingrained.  If you’ve ever thought “so when I make the account registration page I can just ask people to tell me if they’re male or female”, that’s privilege—for lots of people the answer to the question ‘what’s your gender’ is so complicated and contextual it borders on offensive.  (This can be true for whole cultures, so this statement also is pretty heavily culturally privileged.)  Saying “well I worked hard in school so I got good grades on the SAT” displays other kinds of privilege—class privilege (kids from higher classes display lots of advantages on standardized testing) or ableist privilege (some folks’ mental conditions make standardized testing much more difficult for them).  “I love shopping in classy clothing stores—you get so much respect from the salespeople”—class privilege (I mean, obviously, right?  The word class is right there in the sentence), racial privilege, cis privilege, etc.  (Even the examples I’ve chosen here give you a sense of my privilege ecosystem: technocratic, classist, male, etc.)

So when Andy makes a statement that fellow-traveller Babs thinks is conditional—dependent, that is, on Andy’s position within the world—Babs can say “Andy, you need to check your privilege,” and (ideally) Andy can look back, realize how the the truth of his statement actually depends on who he is (his position, orientation & velocity in the world) in a way he didn’t realize, and think, “oh, right, my understanding is limited and I am now more aware of this and will remember it in the future!”

I think this is a great concept.  Taken in the right spirit, it can help people be aware of their advantages, and live more lightly and compassionately in the world.  But I’ve struggled to roll it into my daily psychology in healthy ways.  I don’t know if other people have this issue, but it’s easy for me to fail over from “I’m aware of my own respective advantages” to “I am fundamentally broken and I should regard all my thoughts, words, and actions with such suspicion that I am reduced to a mute paralytic ball.”  Which smacks, to me, of interpretations of doctrines of original sin that have prompted more psychological pain than good works in the minds of my friends who were raised in them.  So, how to walk the line?

Now, let me try to define karma as used in the Buddhism I grew up with / around, for those who aren’t used to that term.  There’s this World Religion 101 sense that karma is Fate kicking you in the metaphorical ‘nads for something you did in a past life—which isn’t the way that term’s used in the Buddhism I know.  That 101 version of karma says if your life sucks now, it’s your fault and you should just stop sucking so bad in the future.  The version I learned says: karma is social and physical cause and effect through history.  We’re all the products of decisions made before our time—by our parents, and their parents, and the guy who cut us off in traffic and made us pissed so that when we got to work we were rude to the manager who then was a dick to the fry cook who then burned all her orders so everyone got horrible tips all afternoon and Brenda ended the month five dollars short on her electric bill.  And so it goes.  Our every action vibrates off in all directions, affecting people we hate and love and have never met.  Best/worst part?  We are, ourselves, in our identities and in our actions, the product of karma—our every deed and choice is, at root, a response to stuff that’s happened to us before.

The Buddhism I know (and I’m pulling threads of this from Vajrayana and Mahayana and Theravada and Chan, so the notion’s pretty widespread) says: faced with such a crazy situation, our response is—must be—to wake up.  To seek freedom.  To become aware of all the ways in which we are constantly being produced by and bearing karma, the ways we inflict suffering and make choices not because we want to, but because (our background / our current condition / our psychological problems / our own blindness to the true nature of society) made us into a person who makes those choices.  Karma is a state of being unfree—you think you have free will, but actually you’re stuck doing the things karma tells you to do.  When you’re awake to the ways in which your actions are predetermined, you can act as a dampener for these karmic vibrations—when you become aware that suffering is being enacted through you, you can stop it.  You can save people “downstream,” calm the network, and improve conditions for everyone.

See how these concepts connect?  Then you’re smarter than me, because it took me a long time to get this far.

I thought for years that the Buddhism I knew was weak on social justice, because all that stuff about karma and suffering looked very psychological to me.  If you wake up in the way I’ve described, you feel better about your life and you’re nicer to people around you, and what does that change?  Well.  It changes a lot when you think about privilege as a karmic phenomenon.

Privilege isn’t pre-existing.  It emerges from history—infinite vibrations passing through these webs of karmic connection from the beginning of time to now, billions of choices conditioned by animal fear or by other choices made earlier.  We don’t realize that the life we live, the way we think, is oppressive, in part because the oppressions from which we benefit (and which are inflicted upon us) are the result of other people’s actions which themselves were karmically determined.  We don’t realize that we are the hungry ghosts, wandering around devouring one another’s entrails.  Waking up to that reality, we can stop inflicting unthinking damage on those around us, on our societies, and on ourselves.  And we can come to common cause in the struggle to wake up the universe as a whole: to damp the reactive flows of karma, the unconscious infliction of pain, and live a life of freedom and joy.  

I think this means that Buddhist mindfulness techniques can be a huge help in recognizing, and defeating, our own privilege, and in preventing ourselves from inflicting harm on others.  The same metacognition that lets a meditator recognize “this is an emotion” and let the emotion go, or that “I am thinking now” and stop, can be used to wake up to our own privilege and our defensiveness of that privilege, and to stop inflicting reflexive harm.  By being aware of our, and everyone‘s, karmically determined nature, not only in reflection but in real-time (in the middle of a conversation, say), we can meet others as fellow sentient beings rather than as puppets of our ancestors’ fears.

And as we reach for that goal, we can also start to work toward the bodhisattva vow: toward the liberation of all sentient beings.  Which is a big thought, and this is already a long blog post, so maybe I’ll just leave the essay here for now.

Trying This Again

Today was a good day.  Writing went smoothly, and I actually remembered to alternate between working and taking long walks rather than banging my head against the brick wall expecting it to soften.  Crema in Harvard Square makes a delicious bright espresso, so light it almost tastes bubbly.  I’m working with a secondary character who’s a lot of fun; my main is a complicated and powerful woman, but limited by her social position and psychology, while this supporting character has different avenues available to her.  I can already tell she needs a bigger part in the story, and I’m looking forward to writing those scenes.

The Dharma / Fantasy book I linked yesterday has me trying to appreciate embodied time—its descriptions of Dogen’s concept of uji (being-time, which I don’t quite understand but is something like awareness of time as an element of beings and events rather than a container for them) remind me of good martial arts instruction, no big surprise there, and of Venkatesh Rao’s notions of tempo and narrative-driven decision making and agenda planning, which is a bit more of a shock.  (His book Tempo is an enlightening read, as is his blog Ribbonfarm.)   I’m trying to pay attention to writing as a process, a gerund—keystrokes and language and posture—which is wonderfully liberating, especially considering the unusual anxiety I’ve felt while working on this book.

A bit of explanation: I don’t usually feel worried as I write a book.  This is the, what, eighth-and-a-hafth book I’ve written (counting the one I’ve tabled until I’m finished with Current Project, which is marinating comfortably in the back of my mind at an act break around 70,000 words or so), so I have a sort of sense of the process now.  But, probably because I’ve spent so much of the last two months talking about writing and Why I Write Such Excellent Books and Why I Am So Clever (as Neitzsche would have it), I’m feeling self-conscious, like the caterpillar that kept tripping over his feet.  Have I done this before?  Is this impressive enough?  The more I can live in the time of writing words, the less that other stuff troubles me.  This is something like Keats’ Negative Capability, I guess, only approached from another cultural direction.  ([That property]… which Shakespeare possessed so immensely… the capacity for being in mysteries, & doubts without any irritable reaching after fact & reason.)

Similarly, when I’m walking around, I’m trying to be aware of the walking-ness of the moment, rather than of other factors, like destination.  (Moving body as a process, not, or not just, a vehicle.)  I’ve been checking my smartphone less, and I’ve been absent from Twitter.  On the one hand, Twitter is an excellent platform, and contains fun people.  On the other hand, I don’t think I have quite the level of attainment required to participate cheerfully in the datastream, rather than viewing it as a distraction…

Wow, that ended up being a long read, and with no real point, other than: time is strange, and we always experience it stuck in bodies.  And I’ve been writing all day, and I’ll be writing most of tomorrow.  Good progress, good fun.  Hope you’re all well, and don’t mind a few rambly thoughts about metaphysics and simple Buddhism.  Ask a Max who spends most of his day wandering the city to keep you abreast of his thoughts, and you see what you get.  It’s all of our faults, really.

(On other notes, WordPress fullscreen + Chrome / Mac Presentation Mode produces one of the sleekest text editors I’ve ever had the fun to play with.  Fullscreen mode, where were you for me years ago!)

All the World’s a Remix

Kirby Ferguson’s series, Everything is a Remix, is worth watching if you write, draw, compose, photograph, choreograph, direct, or otherwise create any form of content.

I wonder what influences my writing – there are some books, movies, and pieces of music that I know I reference, but I’m convinced there are others which have become so deeply integrated into my writing style that I don’t even realize the debts I owe them any more.

There’s a Buddhist aspect to this whole idea: action arises out of and in turn gives rise to karma, which persists through time, and spreads through the world.  Long after our death, the ideas to which our ideas gave rise ripple on, producing new patterns we never expected.

If you like that video, by the way, watch the rest of the series at http://www.everythingisaremix.info/watch-the-series/

Reports of my Disappearance

Well, they haven’t been exaggerated, exactly, as you can see by looking through the blog archive.  The last month was intense.  First, I moved, and encountered in the process the wonderful Russian saying: “To move house once is to survive four fires.”  Nothing will make you less attached to your material possessions than the prospect of putting them in boxes, carrying the boxes to another house, and then removing them from boxes.  The Buddha should have just recommended his disciples move until moving liberated them from things.  However!  My wife and I are now comfortably ensconced in our new apartment, and enjoying ourselves quite well, thank you.

Second, there’s very exciting news on the writing & other strangeness front.  Most of it I’ll share with you as matters develop and clarify; for the moment suffice it to say that I’ve taken a well-deserved hiatus from editing to start writing again.  In the last couple weeks, I’ve finished the next short story for my Ring of the Niebelung project (folk opera-cum-short story cycle collaboration with my friend Dan Jordan – Wagner’s rolling over in his grave somewhere), and began to build a world bible for a comic project that’s been on simmer for months now.  Feels great to break out the ol’ AlphaSmart and make some magic happen.  Once the correct muscles are limber, it’ll be time for another book.

Watch this space for more news as it comes!