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‘Break their Lineage, Break their Roots…’

True Stories of Crimes against Humanity 

Written by Raminder Kaur, Directed by Christine Bacon

R&D Performance Friday, 4th November
Rich Mix, Shoreditch, London

Break their Lineage, Break their Roots… is a R&D play that tells the real-life stories of Uyghur, Kazakh and other Turkic Muslims who have been accused of ‘three evils’ - namely,  ‘separatism, extremism and terrorism’ - by the Chinese state.
 

Since 2014, extreme measures have been put in place in Xinjiang in northwest China, a region that is also known as East Turkestan. Ranging from surveillance and torture to sexual violence and forced sterilisation, these took on more intensity in 2016 with the deployment of Party Secretary Chen Quanguo in the region from Tibet. Reportedly, over a million people have been detained for something as simple as having a foreign app on their mobile phones. Many have disappeared. 

 

The first of its kind, the play adds new insights to their lives before and after periods of incarceration and torture in detention that the state describes as rehabilitation centres. the story is one of oppression and social engineering that, in scale and cruelty, recalls the Nazi regime of the 1940s. 

 

Based on interviews with Uyghur, Kazakh and other Turkic Muslims including Tursunay Ziyawudun, Abduweli Ayup, Qelbinur Sidik, Abduréhim Paraç and Uyghur Tribunal statements.


In collaboration with iceandfire, a unique human rights theatre group in UK whose theatre-making is renowned as provocative, principled and innovative. Their work has been recognised by the prestigious Liberty Human Rights Arts Awards.

Theatre review by Aziz Isa Elkun and Rachel Harris: 'We did not expect to be hit so hard. We knew the stories of these people from previous public testimony and media reports, but confronting their experiences in the theatre space was completely different. Hearing their words voiced in English by young Londoners, somehow served to humanise and universalise the experience of the camp survivors. ...The actors were outstanding...We strongly hope that this production will find its way to wider audiences'

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'Powerful and eye opening'

'Important and informative'

'moving and comprehensive account of the crisis'

'It's truth, it's beauty'

'It brought the very anonymous news stories to life'

'Storytelling was so transportative'

'Captivating'

'Verbatim theatre, presenting the words of camp survivors is a powerful tool'

Cast and Crew

Raminder Kaur: Writer
Christine Bacon: Director and Dramaturgy

Nadia Nadif, Avin Shah and Zolfa Zahedi: Actors 

Nicola Hewitt-George: Designer

Raminder Kaur & Christine Bacon: Interviewers

Rahima Mahmut & Ekber Tursun: Interpreters

Tarun Jasani: Film 
Sheikh Naz: Videography Assistant
Raminder Kaur & Tarun Jasani: Photography

Rachel Harris: Consultancy

Aakash Wankhede: Publicity

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Resistance art work. Woman dancing in front of police.

My eyes are weary from looking out for you. My hands are sore from praying for your return My heart bleeds from being torn apart. My dear son, when will you return? Everyday I wait on the road, Yearning for your appearance all day long The nights are sleepless until dawn breaks My dear son, when will you return? Without you by my side I am alone No food can pass my lips as my throat is too dry I worry if you have eaten or not My dear son, when will you return?

My dear son, when will you return?
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 Lyrics by Muhemmet Abdulmejit, Sung by Rahima Mahmut 

Uyghur artist, Lutpulla  

Uyghur Poetry

The soil is a notebook closed forever.

On every page burns a single word.

Homeland, homeland, homeland!

By Ghojimuhemmed Muhemmed,
Translated by Joshua L Freeman

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Like the waters of the Tarim we began in this place and we will finish here.

We came from nowhere else.

By Perhat Tursun,

Translated by Joshua L Freeman

Who I once was, what I’ve become, I cannot know

Who could I tell my heart’s desires, I cannot say

My love, the temper of the fates I cannot guess

I long to go to you

I have no strength to move

Through cracks and crevices I’ve watched the seasons change

For news of you I’ve looked in vain to buds and flowers

To the marrow of my bones I’ve ached to be with you

What road led here?

Why do I have no road back home?
By Abduqadir Jalalidin

Translated by Joshua L Freeman (poem composed in prison and transmitted through word of mouth, memorised by other inmates) 

The Soil is a Notebook Closed Forever#The Soil is a Notebook Closed Forever#
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Like the waters of the Tarim
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Uyghur- Like the waters of the TarimArtist Name
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Who I once was, what I've become, I cannot knowArtist Name
00:00 / 01:17

The beloved will come


Be joyful, my heart, for your beloved will come.
In harmony, walking shoulder to shoulder, freemen will come.
The snow will melt on the mountain tops,
The era of the nightingales will come.
Wearing the crown where the crescent and the star perch,
In a blue golden embroidered gown, the Sultan will come.
For his passion of love that Otkur gave his life to,
Ayhan, with Turpan’s fragrance, will come.

How shall I describe it with my feeble tongue?
With the power to take away life, a beloved will come.
Oh heart, do not explode for the excitement of reunion
The time of celebration after celebration will come.
So sweet is the taste of reunion,
Blood-thirsty tyrants, locked in cages, will come.


The once oppressed bodies,
fluttering under the open sky,
Singing joyful songs, will come.
The name of longing is Dawn,
Breaking the chains of oppression, the call to prayer will come.
Be ready, oh bleeding hearts,
The beloved you have longed for a hundred years will come.
If the desiring eyes ask a question,
When will our long-awaited beloved come?
This is my answer, please pass it on -
Racing in her way, the beloved will soon come.

By Abduréhim Paraç,

Translated by Rahima Mahmut

Uyghur- Who I once was, what I've become, I cannot know
00:00 / 00:35
Uyghur 3Uyghur- The Soil is a Notebook Closed Forever#
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Narration

Uyghur narration by Abduweli Ayup

English narration by Avin Shah and Nadia Nadif

Sound edited by Tarun Jasan

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