Repressed not Oppressed
This morning as I began my ritual for the day, I described my intention as wanting to learn something new today. But that already happened last night as I attended the Gluttony opening at Fairgrinds and spoke with the puppeteer who had just put on a mesmerizing performance unlike anything I had seen – never mind he was in a red patent pleather jumpsuit.
He was asking me if I had read Pedagogy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire and knew of his writings on the co-creation of knowledge as it applied to an organization called Theater of the Oppressed? I wasn’t familiar with either. The topic came up because during a street performance a policeman shut him down citing a law against deviance. I said, “In New Orleans?” Kalan said he looked it up and in fact there is no such law. I told him he had a run in with the pleasure police, the repressed.
