The Sentimentality of Evil

I think about The Zone of Interest (2023) while I am making my kids’ lunches, running their baths, folding laundry. Similar domestic routines make up… courtesy Taylor Miller It was dusk for kilometers and bats in the lavender sky, like spiders when a fly is caught, began to appear. And there, not the promised land, but barbwire and barbwire with nothing growing under it. [from Javier Zamora’s “Saguaros”] There are currently more than 170 encampments—from Humboldt to Río Piedras, San Juan…Kyoto to Te Wānanga o Aotearoa where students and allies are co-creating present and future spaces of learning, of revolution. The urgency to document the demands for boycott, divestment, sanctions, arms/energy embargo and the multitudes of direct actions, as well as the circulation of evidence against perpetrators is an uphill battle as this genocide hastens. This spring’s university graduation ceremonies gifted stunning vignettes of solidarity; gowns, caps, stoles, keffiyehs, babies, banners, boos, backs-turned, bodies moving—out, and against the Ivory Tower’s empire of stolen land and life. Even the smallest of acts, which might seem insignificant to many, when carried out before family, friends and potential employers, demonstrate immense bravery, and are declarations against complicity, apathy. These gestures and protests of