In this installation at Toronto’s Biennial of Art 2019, Ware imagines a world where racialized people have survived the “black death spectacle” writ large on the nightly news; survived the catastrophic impact of the Anthropocene; and survived the crushing effects of white supremacy. Drawing on the shared language of speculative fiction and political activism, Ware creates a portal that takes us to eleven characters in the summer of 2030, each with birthright citizenship to the only habitable place on earth: Antarctica. Their task? To begin terraforming for the new colony. The installation includes life-size portraits of the installation’s actors, created by Ware.
Antarctica (excerpt)
ACT I
SCENE 1
NOVEMBER 19, 2044,
SABIAN:
How we fucking got here.
okay so
The treaty planned for a Cold War moment; for the perceived threats of 1959.
The treaty says nothing about the changing climate.
The powerful in 1959 didn’t predict the need for Antarctica, the need for the continent to be a livable space.
Now, in 2045, with its ice mostly melted, Antarctica is one of the few fertile land masses left on the Earth.
The powerful left questions about the process of colonizing the continent.
Leaving us to figure this shit out for ourselves. Leaving our powerful to make the decisions about our lives.
(she sighs). This is stupid. Why am I still doing my daily logs? Because Im hoping that somehow someone somewhere will hear these and know what happened to us? Hear the truth of what happened here?
Eleven of us had been born at that point on the Antarctic ice. One was born in the 70s, an accidental occurrence during a science expedition.
But all of the rest of us 10 were sent there to be born, to stake a future land claim through birthright. we were born in antarctic waters, our fates set for us from that moment forward.
SCENE 2
SABIAN:
MARCUS:
but what choice do we have really? It’s not like we have money or people or any of the things we’d need to try to take over this land – we are two people!
What youre proposing could work– with maybe 500 more people. Sabian– it’s just us. We dont really have a choice here. At least if we go along we’ll be guaranteed a space in the end, too.
SABIAN:
MARCUS:
SABIAN:
Think about it. All we have to do is shut off communication to the north – the rich will have no way of knowing what is happening down here.
and then we can take-over encampment by encampment, winning the others over to our cause. To the creation of a free Antarctica. or at least freeing ourselves from…this?
We can do this, I have organized more with less. Ok maybe not less.
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The regulators, they have a 5 hour charge… so we will have to take breaks, but well need them to rest.
we could do this. We could.
MARCUS:
We could… (he trails off in awe)
Could our regulators work for that long? Were talking many days in the water.
Im not sure I could swim for that long, I get tired…
SABIAN:
we could do this, Love. We could.
We could leave. We could fucking free ourselves from this confinement.
Hey. So Im thinking… we can’t leave jessica here. I know shit is hella complicated right now but I just couldnt leave her…here? (gestures around)
I mean, anyways, BIPOCs gotta stick together right? Especially in this place?
MARCUS:
SABIAN:
Anyways, You know I love a challenge.
But seriously.
Are you telling me you’d be okay leaving her here… to snow, to whiteness to the eventually overrunning of this place by rich people?
MARCUS:
SCENE 3
JESSICA:
Fuck. 6 months. 6 months if the fires dont burn down the food stores before hand. If the government doesnt dissolve and leave us here alone.
No. No. The government will not disappoint us. They will send the rations. Im supposed to trust in the plan.
“We are the Antarcticans. We will find safety for the inhabitants of earth, we will build a new world for our chosen few to make a new world together”
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JESSICA:
Here to start a revolution?
SABIAN:
JESSICA:
SABIAN:
And Im active trying to make a better life for us. I want something better for us than…this?
Dont you?
Jessica, You cant tell me that after everything thats happened, the lack of communication, the lack of provisions and supplies, the sheer and utter lack of help from our home countries– you cant tell me that you are still pro-company after all of this?
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SABIAN: (CRUSHED)
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