Photograph by Dinan Alasad, Khartoum, 2021. Photo provided by Joshua Segun-Lean.
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To Bear Time: On Sudan’s Long Endurance
Photograph by Dinan Alasad, Khartoum, 2021. Photo provided by Joshua Segun-Lean.
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To Bear Time: On Sudan’s Long Endurance
‘And even if the City falls and one of us survives, he will carry the City inside him. On the roads of exile, he will be the City.’
— Zbigniew Herbert, Report from a Besieged City, 1982.
‘Run. People are coming. They must not catch us here / Definitionless in this strict atmosphere.’
— Gwendolyn Brooks, A Lovely Love, 1960.
‘Stone is a shoulder on which to bear Time / with trees formed of tears and ribbons and planets.’
— Federico García Lorca, Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías, 1935.
Because the light takes on a lacquered quality—it shifts, retreats, intensifies—the top half of the photograph appears, at first glance, closer to a painting. What the camera might gain in detail or focus, the painter’s eye readily foregoes, allowing the scene to tremble and condense with activity. In the lower half, where people are gathered, the light is more even, colours richly but softly contrasted. Yet it is, all of it, a photograph. Dinan Alasad, a writer and statistician, shot it in her hometown, Khartoum, in 2021, three years after the December Revolution ended the suffocating 30-year regime of Omar al-Bashir. It had a powerful effect on me when I first saw it and, since the war in Sudan began in 2023, I keep returning to it. One reason for my fascination with this photo is how the image seems composed of two halves. Halves which—with the fence serving as a border—appear in clear, but not unsettling, juxtaposition. On the one hand, the sharply twisting branches and dense foliage of the trees offer a glimpse of abundant, untamed natural life. On the other, we see a miniature, everyday scene of urban life where the landscape is flat and arid, exposed to constant treading.
While the trees evoke deep, geologic time, the temporal frame of the gathering is necessarily much shorter, not just because the lifespan of trees far outlasts that of humans but because the space itself lacks any real (permanent) structures—it is little more than a roadside, it seems. No sign marks the parameters of its use, nor indicates how many uses it might be put to at any given time. As we see in the photo, it is at once a place of prayer, a venue for discussion, and the present location of a food vendor’s shop. It is, that is, otherwise nondescript, taking the shape of whatever needs people bring to it and whatever they might leave behind. As such, the gatherings are makeshift, often unplanned, tangential. These two scales of time, a rooted perennialism and the inchoate lived present, intersect in the photograph, emphasizing the roadside as a locus of spatial and temporal indeterminacy. No conventions, protocols, or customs determine the exact function of the roadside or even its precise margins. It is bordered, simply, by road.
RHYTHMS OF ENDURANCE
For urban majorities in the global South, those already on the edges of society, the indeterminacy of the roadside is a crucial resource. It is a momentary retreat from the demands of movement and the demands of designation. A brief loosening of identity, the absorbing hold of personal history substituted for the peripheral anonymity of the pedestrian or passerby. Stranded in environments designed simultaneously to contain ‘excess’ populations through incarceration and to expose them to precarious and exploited labour, such spaces, for these dispossessed, mediate shifting currents of boon and vulnerability. Here, news of death, marital complaints, threats and the carrying out of threats, recollections of gossip, the renegotiation of alliances, all form ‘rhythms of endurance’. These rhythms are produced, the scholar AbdouMaliq Simone writes in Improvised Lives: Rhythms of Endurance in an Urban South, ‘…from the efforts of the connected and disconnected to create refrains, momentary stabilities that offer up a repertoire of vernaculars, gestures, and sensibilities.’ These attempts to work out survival—to maintain the possibility of unfettered mobility without giving everything up, to pursue intimacies with enough vigour to sustain long absences—find varied and unlikely terrain. Alleys and bridges, stairways and hallways, corners and roadsides. These places become ‘malleable yet steady arena for people to pay attention to each other, engage each other, or not.’
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SEEKING REFUGE IN SUDAN
If there are places of refuge left in Sudan, it is unclear how long they will last. As the increasing devastation of the present war has shown, the two sides—the Sudanese Armed Forces (SAF) and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF)—are matched in their disregard of Sudanese life. At the time of this writing, over ten million people have been displaced. A figure which experts consider among the highest in the world. I try and fail to hold that number in my mind. I try to imagine faces, hands, names, voices. Many forced into treacherous, ceaseless flight. And just as many trapped in zones of conflict, unable to flee. I think of those who travel alone. I think of those who, without the families and friends they first fled with, are joined to others by circumstance and desperation. I think of strangers who, finding children separated from their parents, have kept them close. I also think of those who survive by theft, those who have set up small trades, others who, having little else to do, learn from them, and those who have joined medical staff and dangerous relief efforts while in need of care themselves. I imagine the spontaneous riptides of grief that might suddenly seize two or three people at the same time, and the scattering of comforting words, prayers, sighs, that might follow. I think of the Resistance Committees who have continued to facilitate mutual aid across Sudan, even as famine begins to spread in North Darfur. Without substantial resources and amidst ongoing bombardment, reaching the people of Darfur, who’ve historically been targets of the Sudanese state, has become exceedingly difficult.
In continuously overcrowded camps, fewer than enough supplies run out quickly. And even when far from the fighting, the threat of violence remains. Under these conditions, the task of learning, in Manolo Callahan’s words, new ‘habits of assembly’, is made brutally necessary even as opportunities to do so are few and fraught with fatal risk. Brutal necessities saturate the existence of the refugee, a word whose popular usage normalizes structural injustices and neutralizes the capacity to challenge them. In the uneven distribution of global precarity, the figure of the refugee, typically racialized, stands at the edge of corporeality, marking the line that separates bodies believed to possess life from those considered mere bodies. Rendered incapable of any meaningful experience of personhood and vitality, these ‘discounted bodies’, as Achille Mbembe writes in ‘Bodies as Borders’, are ‘the most exposed to droughts, storms and famines, toxic waste and various experiences of effacement.’ In this reading, the refugee is not merely one who seeks refuge, as a dictionary might tell us, but one for whom the very possibility of refuge is indefinitely deferred.
Having witnessed the devastating impacts of French colonial violence as both a psychiatrist and a member of Algeria’s National Liberation Front, Frantz Fanon understood this kind of dehumanization. Through forced migration, administered and arbitrary slaughter, and other policies of extraction, the oppressive state aims not merely to capture and desecrate land, or to place its targets under permanent insecurity, but rather ‘it is the country as a whole, its history, its daily pulsation that are contested, disfigured, in the hope of a final destruction.’ If we understand the war in Sudan as a counterrevolutionary response to the popular revolt of 2018-2019, as a state of siege in which ‘the people—continuing to carry the ethos of resistance despite mass displacement, genocidal ethnic cleansing, and an imminent famine—are the common enemy,’ of the RSF and the SAF, as Lina Dohia writes, then we are compelled to view the mass production of displaced peoples, including refugees, from the Sudanese population as exactly that, a production. The refugee not as an unfortunate but otherwise natural consequence of conflict or the tragic face of a ‘humanitarian crisis’, but as a subject upon and around whom conditions of absolute vulnerability are imposed.
In pursuing this strategy, the RSF and SAF attempt to bring about the gradual erosion of Sudan’s collective will—that ‘ethos of resistance’—smothered on every side by the varied pressures of sustenance. Relying, of course, on global economic and political systems already premised on the devaluation of African life, these military powers hope to create in the refugee a subject deprived, eventually, of all claims. Claims to land, to welfare, to functional and equitable governance structures, to a Sudan which serves its people. A subject who by virtue of staying alive has ceded all legal status and is therefore outside the parameters of ‘rights’, leaving open the path to unfettered state capture. What survives of the refugee’s political imagination must be constrained to debasing appeals for aid and asylum.
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COMBAT BREATHING
These machinations, formidable as they are, have not come as a surprise to the people of Sudan. In challenging attempts to mischaracterize the war as a ‘civil war’, they ask not only for our solidarity, but a pursuit of that solidarity informed by Sudan’s enduring history of struggle and survival. What becomes legible when the conditions to which so many Sudanese people have been subjected are viewed alongside the continued insistence that the struggle for Sudan is, as a statement by the Sudanese Professionals Association put it, a ‘living revolution’? What rhythms of endurance are enacted between the very edge of survival and the horizon of revolution? The oppressed, Fanon writes, inhabits this impossibility by adopting a practice he called ‘combat breathing’. While conventional respiratory cycles are necessary to sustain the body and can be read in the movement of the lungs, combat breathing maintains the body’s opposition to its conditions even as its vital capacities are depleted. Combat breath cannot be read on the body nor are the sources from which it draws limited to the body. Furthermore, unlike conventional breathing, which is autonomous, combat breathing is ‘observed’, conscious breathing. It knows, memorizes, and plans. It wields and directs rage.
Hovering beneath the level of perceptibility, combat breathing is not legible within normative understandings of resistance as such. Rather, it enables diverse acts of thrift and subterfuge. Its model is the fugitive. In its exercise, the true intentions of the oppressed, along with the true strength of their life force, become harder to discern, even as they appear, for the moment, entirely consumed by biological necessities. Against the state’s unrelenting attacks, against its neglect, the oppressed ‘learn to dissemble’ and ‘resort to trickery’. The essential question of how long they might endure, what disruptive ends they might devote themselves to, and what methods they might employ in meeting those ends, are only guessed at. In this way, the refugee both evades the scrutiny of her enemies and develops, as scholar Fred Moten writes, a ‘mode of study’. The operative, though by no means singular, object of this study is an ‘inhabitation that moves: by way of—but also in apposition to—injury’. While the severity of injury is ‘irreducible in the refugee’, she remains irreducible to it. In other words, though injury might mark, even suffuse, the circumstances of her movement, her movement nevertheless exceeds the conditions that necessitate it.
To join forces with Sudan’s living revolution, undoubtedly a defining moral and political issue of our time, is to join its people in this study. We are asked to acknowledge, and to partake in, the continuous flow of the movement, however fraught and febrile, against injury, yes, and against the systems which enable and legitimize it. We must also join the people of Sudan in refusing accounts which reduce them to absolute victims of those systems. This means that we recognize, even in their dire need, their status as full political agents, still within grasp of their liberation. The combat breath of the Sudanese people surges forward, toward an undimmed horizon, even as the present remains constricted. By inhabiting these multiple temporalities and embodying the thrust of radical possibility, they do not bide time so much as bear it. As one bears an inheritance.
I return to Alasad’s photo now in accordance with this mode of study. I return to it as practice. Study, Moten reminds us, is what we do with other people. So, I imagine the conversation between the men flowing unhindered. I see the movements of prayer uninterrupted. I see the canopy of trees hold against the sun. I watch and listen to their rhythms of endurance, though their tenor may be harsh and imperilled. I practice with them combat breathing, knowing that the sources of this breath are disparate, flung too wide to adhere to strict coordination. Its keening fades and sharpens, is thickened with ordinary detail. Much of it familiar, the old stories. A cousin whose marriage took too long, the Eids no one in Omdurman forgets, memories of watching Mostafa Sid Ahmed, of being brought under the tender sorrows of his voice. These details, exchanged in the intervals between movement and in the shadow of other survivals, are taken in and given back again—preserved not in uniform, unbroken threads but in those folds of time where ‘nothing’ happens, where defeat is neither total nor unquestioned, and where history remains an open question⎈
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