I Hope We Choose Love: A Trans Girl’s Notes from the End of the World
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What can we hope for at the end of the world? What can we trust in when community has broken our hearts? What would it mean to pursue justice without violence? How can we love in the absence of faith?
In a heartbreaking yet hopeful collection of personal essays and prose poems, blending the confessional, political, and literary, Kai Cheng Thom dives deep into the questions that haunt social movements today. With the author’s characteristic eloquence and honesty, I Hope We Choose Love proposes heartfelt solutions on the topics of violence, complicity, family, vengeance, and forgiveness. Taking its cues from contemporary thought leaders in the transformative justice movement such as adrienne maree brown and Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, this provocative book is a call for nuance in a time of political polarization, for healing in a time of justice, and for love in an apocalypse.
Kai Cheng Thom
Kai Cheng Thom is a writer, performer, educator, and community worker based in Toronto. She has published several books in various genres, including the essay collection I Hope We Choose Love: A Trans Girl’s Notes from the End of the World.
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Readers find this title to be a must-read for all queer people, especially in the current climate. It is an important book that helps reflect on what is really important and promotes love. The book offers insights into the complexity of the queer community and reframes the concept of justice in marginalized communities. It discusses healing in a hostile world and is highly recommended for those seeking insights and appreciation."
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A must read for all queer people, especially in this climate where many of us seem to forget what is really important. It was definitely a book I didn't know I needed and it made me reflect a lot. I will be thinking about this for a long time and will probably re-read it over and over. I really do hope we will choose love.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is on the “most important books I’ve ever read” list and I’m so grateful I read it. I ask everyone to read it now.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Thank you for these words, for beautifully helping us learn, unlearn and question. I recommend this book to those looking for insights and to appreciate the complexity of the queer community.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A worthwhile read that attempts to reframe the concept of justice in marginalized communities, in which pretty much everyone is a trauma survivor, and talks about healing in a hostile world. Highly recommended.
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I Hope We Choose Love - Kai Cheng Thom
Introduction
With Love, From The End Of The World
As I write this book in the spring of 2019, it has become something of a truism among my community of queer people of colour that the end of the world is nigh. A wave of right-wing and openly fascist governments have been elected to power across the world. Wealth and power are increasingly concentrated in the hands of a brazenly corrupt few. Climate change and mass extinction are ravaging the earth, largely unacknowledged by those with the political power to do anything about it.
As for those communities of queer people, racialized people, disabled people marginalized people that have been taking back their power? The social justice activists that raised me to believe in the possibility of a revolution that would change and save the world? Sometimes it seems like the most painful cuts of all come from within my own community: Call-out culture. Lateral violence. Puritanical politics. Intimate partner abuse. Public shaming. We know so much about trauma but so little about how to heal it. What would community
know about saving us from the apocalypse?
In 2016, I turned twenty-five years old and published my first novel, which was quickly followed by a poetry collection and then a children’s book, all to relative success. I became queer famous
that year. This was also the year that broke my heart, which has kept right on breaking ever since. This was the year that Trump was elected, that millions of people were displaced in the Syrian refugee crisis, and that forty-nine people—most of them queer and brown—were shot to death in a nightclub in Orlando, Florida. In the intervening years, more disasters and atrocities have followed.
My twenty-fifth year of life was also the year that I experienced several devastating personal crises that resulted in the loss of some dear friends and chosen family members, as well as psychological trauma from which I have not recovered. For all its edgy pretensions, social justice culture had not prepared me for the havoc that abuse, mental illness, and the immense pressure of living as a publicly known trans woman of colour in the social media era could wreak upon my soul.
Not only was I in pain, but my pain was publicly known, scrutinized, gossiped over. People, mostly queer and racialized people, whom I didn’t know sent me emails and Facebook messages that were thousands of words long, asking for intimacy and attention and occasionally threatening me when I didn’t acquiesce. Journalists asked me for interviews about my private life—my sex life, my family, my mental health; no topic seemed to be off limits. I was stalked, in real life and online. I became terrified and paranoid. I stopped trusting people and this thing we call community.
I stopped trusting myself.
All around me, the people I loved were also in crisis—psychological, financial, medical, interpersonal. When you live in a community of queers, anarchists, and activists, crisis is the baseline and stability an outlier. Among trans women, a life expectancy of thirty-five is the norm.
I lost my faith in community. I lost hope—in social justice, in revolution, in the world.
When we lose faith in the things that matter, it is easy to turn to anger. Anger helps us survive when survival seems impossible. I have been very angry throughout my life, and I still am in some ways. I need to be, to live. Yet anger, and its siblings rage and vengeance, have also been poisonous influences in my communities. I’ve seen people do awful things to one another in the name of anger and revenge, and it never seems to help anyone in the end.
So in the midst of despair, I have come to believe that love—the feeling of love, the politics of love, the ethics and ideology and embodiment of love—is the only good option in this time of the apocalypse. What else do we have?
I mean love that is kind but also honest. Love that is courageous and relentless and willing to break the rules and smash the system. Love that cares about people more than ideas, that prizes each and every one of us as essential and indispensable. I mean love that is compassionate and accountable. I mean love that confirms and reaffirms us as complex and fallible yet lovable anyway, love that affirms us as human.
I want to live in love and believe in love. If I have to die, I want to die in love. This whole world might be coming to its end, or it might be in the midst of an enormous and terrifying change that leads to something better. Either way, I want to go through it in love with the people I love.
So this is a book is about love, which is a sentence I never thought I would write. This is a book that I never thought I could write. It isn’t easy to believe in love, not after so many people and ideals I held so dear have hurt me or been taken from me. But, then, I too have hurt people and taken things from people. I have made mistakes, and I have done worse than mistakes. I still want to be believed in, and loved.
So this is a book about love. This is a book about revolutionary love. Love that might not save us at the end of the world but that might make it possible to live through. It may be hard to believe in. It will be harder to live. I hope we choose it anyway.
In love that never dies,
Kai Cheng Thom, April 2019
Part 1
LET US LIVE
Righteous Callings
Being Good, Leftist Orthodoxy, and the Social Justice Crisis of Faith
Deep down, I have always believed that I’m a bad person and that the world we live in is an awful place. Maybe that’s just what happens when you grow up an effeminate boy (secretly a trans girl) in a Chinese Canadian Christian-ish (not religious enough to go to church but enough to use the threat of eternal damnation as a motivator for household chores) family with class trauma and inherited mental health issues, you know? One of my first memories is of crawling on the kitchen table in our rat-infested house at four years old and thinking to myself, I’m spoiled. Mommy and Daddy have such hard lives. I wish I weren’t so bad. I better work harder. #migrantkidmentality
Fast-forward to me in a hospital bed in the psych ward, after my suicide attempt at sixteen years old, still thinking the same thing.
DOUBLE fast-forward to me at twenty-six, in 2017, first typing this essay through chronic pain and brain fog in bed on a Saturday morning, STILL thinking the same thing.
So in retrospect, it’s easy to see how I got into the whole social justice/radical queer activism thing. Like most of my peers, all I wanted was to be good—or, in the fashionable parlance of various political moments in the past ten years, rad,
down,
or woke.
Like, my mentally ill transsexual ass was never gonna hack my parents’ idea of goodness (unlike my Harvard-educated, biodegradable plasticizer–inventing, engaged-to-a-hedge-fund-manager, psychiatry resident older sister), but the rad queer community offered me a whole new set of norms for performance and lovability that, at least on the surface, gave value to the identity factors (transsexuality, effeminacy, mental illness, general bad attitude) that had caused me so much childhood shame.
Oh yeah, and I was a crazy trans girl of colour living in a white, cis-dominant society. Where else could I go? What else could I do? It was a whole new chance to be Good, to be Righteous, to Do Good Works and become Lovable at last.
These days, a friend of mine (we’re similarly jaded) likes to jokingly/not-so-jokingly call me a High Priestess of the Movement.
Putting it another way, my boyfriend calls me a microcelebrity.
What this means is that I have published two books that are well regarded in the social justice art/activism scene, I’m occasionally stopped on the street by strangers, and I get a lot of likes on Facebook. Also, I get some money for speaking engagements, articles (not this one when it was first published, though), and book royalties (it works out to a tiny fraction of minimum wage, if you break down the money received per hour worked).
In other words, I made it. I’m Good/Rad/Woke™, at least for the moment—all it would take to change that is a few hasty problematic tweets. And all I had to do was incur a mild disability via burnout and post-traumatic stress disorder to get here. Hooray.
Beneath all this cynicism, I hold a genuine curiosity: How did we, the loosely defined social justice left of North America/Turtle Island (one of the original, Indigenous names for this continent) reach this sorry state? I say we
and not I
because I think that my personal narrative is illustrative of a general dynamic that a lot of folks in my cohort of social justice warriors (for those new to the discourse, SJWs is the preferred acronym) are experiencing in some form.
There seems to be a wave, if not a sea change, moving through online and RL leftist communities/scenes, a ripple of dis-ease (if you will) with the ways affect (the experience and performance of emotion) and orthodoxy (the creation of norms of political thought and action) are currently playing out. More and more, we are starting to question the ways we relate to politics and to each other.
You can see this ripple being articulated in several pieces of contemporary social justice writing, each of which has been met with some notoriety and controversy. I’m not attesting to the quality or importance, or lack thereof, of these texts. I agree with some of them, disagree with others, and generally feel complicated about all of them. The common thread is their critique of the social justice left from within the social justice left:
Sarah Schulman’s book Conflict Is Not Abuse, in which Schulman analyzes and critiques what she calls the overstatement of harm
as an activist tactic that breaks community bonds and reinforces the power of the state to control and imprison people.
Porpentine Charity Heartscape’s essay Hot Allostatic Load,
which is an account of how the author was bullied, exploited, and traumatized by queer scenes that weaponized social media call-outs against her.
Trent Eady’s article Everything Is Problematic,
in which the author draws parallels between student activism during the 2012 Quebec student strike and dogmatic cult thinking.
Frances Lee’s article Excommunicate Me from the Church of Social Justice,
which is a comparison of virtue signalling and shaming dynamics between right-wing Christianity and the social justice left, and an appeal for greater open-mindedness on the left.
Angela Nagle’s book Kill All Normies, in which the author argues that the current rise of the alt-right and neo-nationalism in American and, to some extent, global politics was largely inspired by the political polarization of the renewed culture wars between increasingly disenfranchised right-wing Americans and the alienating politics of the American progressive left.
More popularly, the YouTube vlogger Laci Green, a self-identified feminist sex educator who accrued mainstream acclaim and several hundreds of thousands of followers, initiated a subcultural scandal by taking the red pill
and recanting many of her former progressive political ideas, among them the argument that the male/female sex