Rukmini Callamichi is an artist that arts like an activist. She is interesting because of this and also her attitude towards writing words. They are hard for her to capture. Words are difficult for her to pin down but she keeps swatting at them because she has faith that the moment will come. Rukmini is an artist for crying out loud. Of course she has faith in a process, hers.
She runs if she has to. The ah ha moments come and she writes and when editors cut her words she feels the slices on her skin. Okay fine! That was TBFS creative license, we really don’t know what she feels but we like that she writes…through the difficulty.
We love her for this because she gave voice to voiceless women. Sex slaves. She listened, felt inspired, maybe she ran, but then she wrote and now we can speak there stories aloud.
Rukmini Callamichi weaponizes us with voices of survivors that can help us survive too. All of us. Stories like these are littered throughout history but only becomes useful when some artist comes along to capture it for all time in their medium like the Shabaka Stone.
Regardless of gender or that damn dunce-cap-wearing invention of man known as race, we can pull from and push one another along.
Being a woman was helpful. I say that with caution, because some of the most revealing and sensitive stories on rape have been done by my male colleagues: Jeffrey Gettleman on male rape in eastern Congo and Adam Nossiter on the rapes inside of a soccer stadium in Guinea, for example. -Rukmini Callamichi