âA politics of holding water is central to struggles around kinmaking, including reproductive justice, migrant solidarity, and indigenous sovereigntyâ
âHOW do you bring a body to life? First, you have to have some kind of tank.â
âOf course, you could just get some friends together and try your luck at getting pregnant. But pregnancy per se is much less commonly thought of as a magical Frankensteinian tank, let alone as creative labor.â
âTo my knowledge, all humans in history have been manufactured underwater: in amniotic fluid. Amniotic fluid (in Latin: liquor amnii) is initially a mix of water and electrolytes and later sugar, scraps of vagrant DNA, fats, proteins, piss and, often, shit.â
âAs pre-borns, our embryonic mouths, noses and lungs are filled with this âliquor.ââ
âWe move our tiny diaphragms and intercostal muscles in a dedicated rehearsal of future breathing, but we do not breathe. Nor do we drown.â
âIt is said that some escapologists and deepwater divers will try to slow their heart-rates by ârememberingâ this time before fearâthis state of non-antagonism towards waterâto calm themselves enough to perform their tasks.â
âWater typically abandons a pregnancy and drains awayâheralding the beginning of pregnancyâs endâbecause of a signal from fetal body chemistry, which at the same time forces the liquor out of the fetusâs lungs in preparation for their meeting the unwet world. In a C-section, it is a scalpel that releases the water. In each scenario, exit from liquor amnii and the death (by stretching) of the oxygen-providing umbilical cord, trigger an irreversible and rather bittersweet development: the replacement of water by air in certain core pipelines of our anatomies. Yet, even as we become land-dwelling animals for whom drowning is an ever-present danger, humans remain overwhelmingly water.â
âGestation, like all labor, is cyborg.â
âIt is an unbalanced techno-social co-production involving less than two but more than one.â
âLest that sound cozy, molecular biologist Suzanne Sadedin is eager to point out that the unborn homo sapiens deploys all manner of âmanipulation, blackmail and violenceâ as its contribution to being made. Deploys against who? After all, as pre-persons, these tiny animals are part of the mother. Though the DNA might be utterly distinct, fetuses areâduring pregnancy and for a while afterwardsâconcretely a part of their holder-nurturers; almost a kind of organ.â
âThe idea that two discrete selves exist in pregnancy seems linguistically necessary to describe what happens there, but it is factually dubious.â
âGiven advances in understandings of chimerism (cellular cross-colonization between organisms) and symbiogenesis (interspecies cooperation) in recent years, it almost seems eccentric to believe in individual autonomy nowadays, let alone in fetal autonomy.â
âThe word âindividualâ by definition never referred imaginatively to gestators anyhow. To an extent, bodies are always leaky, parasited and non-unitary: as the vital and varied flora of bacteria in every body, not just gestating ones, demonstrates.â
âA person does not suddenly become an amphibian by virtue of becoming pregnant. Yet she (usually a she) is flooded from the inside: control of the circulation overridden, arteries jammed wide-open, blood pressure forced into overdrive.â
âA plug forms, to seal as much as a liter in the vessel that is the amnion, the placental tank.â
âIn the accounts of earthly life given by biologists such as Lynn Margulis, we are all revealed to be disconcertingly pregnant, multiply-pregnant with myriad entities, bacteria, viruses and more, some of whom are even simultaneously gestating us (or rather, providing some crucial developmental functions on our behalf).â
âWhereas in most species the motherâs safety comes first by default, in humans it is very common to extract a live baby from the body of the person its development has killed. So, to say that they are a âpartâ of the mother isnât to suggest that human fetuses harmoniously cooperate with their environing flesh, or that they defer to its interests.â
âIn our species, embryos tunnel, colonize, control and dominate other tissues that make up the pregnancy-relation.â
âAnd defending against pregnancyâs aggression is why humans have periods in the first place: as Sadedin explains, menstruation is a stupidly costly and elaborate pre-emptive defense mechanism against a possible embryoâs extractive attack.â
âMost animals donât ever die of gestation. Humans do, though, in droves. Hemorrhage is the most common wayâan internal poolingâdeath by liquid at the site where life tried liquidly to become.â
âIn many ways, human gestator-labor is far more a matter of the body saying ânoâ to the demands of fetal cells than it is a matter of saying âyes.ââ
âMuch has been written on the view of pregnancy, in antiquity, as a dutiful womanâs self-sacrificing encounter with death.â
âAmniotechnics is the art of holding and caring even while being ripped into, at the same time as being held.â
âIt is protecting water and protecting people from water.â
âI want a generalized praxis of this, which doesnât forget the importance of holding mothers and thwarted mothers and, yes, even wannabe âsingle fathers,â afloat in the juice; breathing but hydrated; well-watered but dry.â
âI hope it is possible even for fantasists of ectogenetic progeny, like Frankenstein, who have dreamed of a birth unsullied by a womb, to become capable amniotechnicians in time.â
âTheir worldviews may not hold water, but I think they too have to be held. It is possible for any of us to learn that it is the holdersânot the delusional âauthors,â self-replicators and âpatentersââwho truly people the world.â
ââWater managementâ may sound unexciting, but I suspect it contains the secrets to the kinmaking practices of the future.â
âThereâs enough kinmaking needed on Earth to go aroundâand weâve consented too much to the privatization of procreativity. Midwives to the front! By midwives I mean all those comradely interveners in the more slippery moments of social reproduction: crossing borders; blockading lake-threatening pipelines; miscarrying.â
âLetâs all learn right now how comradely beings can help plan, mitigate, interrupt, suffer, and organize this banal yet sublime amniotic violence.â
âLetâs think how we can assist in this regenerative wet-wrestling, sharing its burden.â
âIf there were just one slogan for the mass revolt, it would be the Lakota phrase âmni wiconiâ; âwater is life.ââ
âMni Wiconi is thus a literal pre-existing infrastructure serving several parts of nearby indigenous reservations: ecology and technics.â
âThe need and desire for water-provisioning technology is being vindicated over the interests of swifter fossil fuel transport.â
âIt is, I feel tempted to say, a cyborg concept of waterâwater as social and pre-social, water as companion technology, water as both medium and messageâwhich animates live rebellion against crude oil routes threatening the integrity of Lake Oahe and the Missouri river.â
âWater rights and reproductive justice are inseparable.â
âThe content of this connection, however, is often wrongly associated with a primitivist ecofeminism rooted in colonial and sex-essentialist imaginaries popular among white environmentalists.â
âBy way of antidote, the radical midwife Wicanhpi Iyotan Win Autumn Lavender-Wilson (henceforth Wicanhpi) theorizes this relationship with the help of a long line of decolonial science and materialism:
It was through the work of Fanon and Memmi, LaDuke and Deloria, that I came to midwifery. As Dakota people, we understand that âmni wiconiâ is not some fluffy abstract concept designed to fuel some hokey pseudo-spiritual practice. [C]lean water has the power to heal, contaminated water has the power to kill.â
âFor me, these words illuminate amniotic water as something that âcomplexityâ theorist John Urry might call a âglobal fluid.ââ
âRather than equate water with a universal concept of âlife,â Wicanhpi approaches liquid as the historic ground of life in particular.â
âTechniques for curating amniotic water, as she suggests, must integrate the dual meaning of âcareâ (pain and relief) and the double power of medicine (poison and cure).â
âCrucial to the practical awareness of pregnancyâs liquid molecular joy and violence is, as Dakota midwives like Wicanhpi suggest, consciousness of its embeddedness in global structures of social reproduction.â
âPregnancy is bound up with colonialism, white supremacy, capital, and genderâbut also resistance.â
âThe work of social reproduction brings forth new hope for revolutionary struggle, but also produces new lives for oppressors to suck and crush. A birth under unlivable conditions can be a kind of obstinacyâa rebellionâbut it would be wrong to assume it is always so.â
âThis call for amniotechnics is an insufficient response to this violence, but I do think we might find that it is revolutionary to direct care towards the technologies we useâpipes and bowls and boats and baths and flood-barriers and scalpelsâin order to hold, release and manage water.â
âIt is difficult to track what counts as âinsideâ and âoutsideâ of bodies. Blood and amniotic liquor, baby-food and baby-drink and soil and brains and plants and river and sea are largely water as are people (60 percent of them).â
âImpossible to keep such damp beings cleanly apart, a humane amniotechnics would not be the fantasy of an aseptic separation between all these spaces and entities, but would rather be the art of timing desired or needful openings between them that are savvy, safer, and conducive to flourishing.â
âWhen is it time to release a boundary? When is it time to keep (cervix-like) a space firmly sealed? When is a bandage ready to come off? How can a city become tsunami-proof?â
âCoining the term âamniotechnicsâ is intended to evoke a cyborg ecology of liquid that is mĂ©tis (experimenting from below) and traceableâfrom barrier reefs to blastocysts, from reservoirs to individual veins, brains, and kidneys.â
âMaya Weeks, a friend, embodied the idea for me through her lifelong project of caring about oceans and lakes. Weeks is always testing, filtering, swimming in, cleaning up, getting to know and writing about water wherever it sloshes and splashes. âThereâs nothing like a swim through a watery wasteland to make you rethink our actions, our stuff (and where we put it), and the relationships we have here,â she has written. âBy peering into the ocean of toxic soup, we see our current reality reflected back: weâre actually poisoning the world around us through the ways we relate to each other.ââ
âAs Weeks well knows, though, there is no such thing as âpureâ water. There never was; we must abandon that false dream. We will always be breathing each otherâs vapors, drinking each otherâs exhaust or, as Donna Haraway puts it in Staying with the Trouble (2016), âswimming in urine.ââ
âThe cause for âwater protectionâ holds not because liquid is benign and romantic but, actually, precisely because it is a kind of frenemy within.â
âWater is very accommodating. It is easy to taint and to flavor and exceedingly difficult to wipe clean of the traces of ignorant deeds.â
âIt is by far the greater part of us, yet with just the slightest change of proportion it will drown us; it is entirely dead, yet teeming with the life that canât exist without it; it is far bigger than us and it is utterly, blithely inhuman.â
âHold it better, and kinship might grow between strangers. Release it carefully, lest it drown that kin.â
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