A photography project documenting the precarious living and working conditions of construction workers in India, who’re often internal migrants signing up for what is pretty much indentured labour with zero job security and no wage regulations. Workers live in makeshift tents and shanties around the construction area with no sanitation or electricity while working 18 hr days. And it is not entirely a male workforce. A large number of women also do the same work but are often paid less. We see them: they are the ones building these shiny new malls and apartment complexes and flyovers. And yet it is as if they’re invisible, without rights.
Negri, Antonio, Marx Beyond Marx: Lessons on the Grundrisse. Trans. Harry Cleaver, Michael Ryan, and Maurio Viano. Autonomedia / Pluto 1991, p.xvi
— Friction, Anna Tsing (via littleopticalmachine)
I mean, sure, we’re bombarded with ever more prescriptive advice about how to make the most of our lives mostly by becoming better consumers and better citizens, but so much of current politics is about death. Death mechanized, distanced, termed targeted killing or collateral damage in the drone wars. Death weaponised by suicide bombers. Death spectacularised as political protest by self-immolators. More than control over our lives, increasingly, everyone wants control over death. We want to wrest this control from the state, denying it this privilege. We want a relevant death at time when life has become so cheap and expendable that objects and tokens far outstrip its value. States want death too, if not through war and ethnic cleansing, then through its deliberate devaluation of underclass lives. Nazism was not the culmination of thanatopolitics, and the clamor of Holocaust commemorators’ “Never Again!” has been futile against the ever increasing instrumentalisation of death.
— Slavoj Zizek, In Defense of Lost Causes (via sunrec)