Blacks know this, as do Native Americans, Latinos, Asians and LGBTQ+. Sure there are the occasional movie stars, politicians, athletes and others who’ve climbed the ladder, but ask them about the fear and rage they’ve stifled. Ask them what systemic hatred feels like.
The classic gay flag now has a triangle that represents transgender. We fly it at the farm to let people know they are safe and respected here. In a world so ready to cast away, it’s important to draw people near.
I long for a time when kindness and respect are celebrated and love will rule. This will not happen without our effort and our choices. We can do this.We have this one chance, while we are alive, to get it right. Let it be so.
Land acknowledgments have become more common over the years. Acknowledging the story of the land that we now occupy and the people who inhabited it long before the time of conquest is critical to understanding that we all are one people today.
The tendency for dominant cultures to eradicate the “other” and to steal their resources and plunder their culture is not new. What is new is the push back that we are witnessing, as People emerge resilient and determined to be counted in.
And that push back is not really new, but technology and travel have allowed for greater perspectives to take hold.
And while we may be learning facts, we’re still far from discovering our humanity.
I often think about how different our lives would be if the early colonizers had recognized the humanity of the Native People they encountered. If instead of imposing the patriarchal and capitalistic paradigms, we could have explored the world anew – and glimpsed it through the eyes of our Native brethren. Instead of being bent on usurping the resources we could have learned from the ones who had lived here the longest. We could have maintained the garden. We could have lived in peace.
To free our selves from dominant thinking and to honor the earth with respect and deference would be the greatest land acknowledgment. To recognize the sacred and temporal existence of the land would give us all a second chance.
“People need to feel valuable, capable and loved”*. Those were words I heard in a conference decades ago and they’ve never left me.
Sounds right, doesn’t it? This very simple recognition of something so very basic to human life – but how is it achieved? It can’t be a mantra that we run around and say to one another, because it has to be felt. There are lots of words we know are true, yet we’ve not taken the time to unearth their deeper meaning by feeling them.
And what if each individual could feel their value and could comprehend their preciousness? How would it look in the world that we live in today? For one, when we understand our uniqueness and can celebrate the gift life affords us, it must be nearly impossible to harm or judge another human being for the color of their skin or because who they choose to love.
This simple act of respecting another would have massive implications. It may even create a tidal wave of love and kindness that would upend the cruelty we are faced with daily. Regardless of life choices or life’s circumstances each of us can come to this recognition. But we must take time to feel it.
And what of those who transgress upon us? Should they feel valuable, capable and loved? Or is there some dividing line of right and wrong that makes that impossible?
This is where it gets a bit tough. This is when one begins to realize that our punitive systems and our judgmental natures are out of control. This is when you know its time for change.
One sunrise, one heartbeat, one breathe at a time… discover you are loved.
*My recollection from a conference with Prem Rawat in the late 80’s.
I keep hearing, “It’s not the guns. It’s unconsciousness. It’s the lack of respect for human dignity and life. It’s mental illness. Therefore laws on gun ownership won’t matter. Let us keep our guns; find another solution.”
And while I understand the logic, I cannot divorce the gun from the power it bestows. I cannot separate the gun from the one who pulls the trigger or the ones who manufacture and sell these tools of destruction. I won’t separate the gun from the ignorance of humankind and those who insist on hating. And I will never hold the protection of property as sacred, as I do of human life.
And while I am certain gun laws can be repealed, fought against and ignored, as they have been in the past, it is incumbent upon those of us who are weary of violence to climb out of this trap of self-annihilation that we have allowed.
Therefore let us return to the wisdom of Isaiah 2:4 and ask that “the swords be beaten into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks.” And as was observed in that book, that we should be taught the ways of peace and walk its path and study war no more. This is the only solution that I can dare dream.
It will never happen you say. And I say it is only your doubt that stops it. If we could find the courage to speak up against violence instead of cushioning ourselves in doubt, we could soon see the possibility of peace.
If we could find the conviction to end the cycles of dominance that utilize every means to maintain power, we could make weaponry obsolete.
We have yet to make the prophecy of Isaiah a reality. We have yet to study the ways of peace.
Hot dry winds are pummeling us and one has to hope that no single flame will ignite the tinderbox we currently reside in. And as I listen to the news it appears that people all over the world are holding their breaths, bowing in prayer or screaming in agony as tinderboxes keep being lit.
The Wisconsin Supreme Court now has a new ideological make-up. The power struggles of the binary system shifted, but what in us has shifted? The downward spiraling of communication divides us. And our lack of unity only serves the powerful and the economically secure. Look around. How are we, the people, faring? Childhood innocence has been replaced with fear. Money for war is readily available but money for public necessities are stripped away. And the earth is treated as a commodity to be used, abused and pitched.
We live here.
We live in this melting pot that is now boiling over with violence and rage. The ideals and the dreams of living peacefully erode daily. Hopelessness is on the rise.
We live here. And how we live here matters. There are choices to be made, real choices that affect the way we live together. Do we want to live in a police state? Are we comfortable with the insecurity that has become our norm? Food, safety, clean air and water insecurities mount. Are we confronting these transgressions with empathy and compassion or are we accepting these as our lot? Do we assume someone will come to save us? Or are we ready to accept responsibility to turn this ship around?
From where I sit, solutions are simple. We’ve aligned with the left or the right, we’ve declared our faith and we’ve cut our path, often in disregard and distain to those around us. We’ve yet to discover our mutual humanity. We’ve yet to discover our own.
I saw a bumper sticker that read “Non-judgment day is coming”. Hallelu, may it be so.
I’ve had the belief for a long time that there are more people willing to pick up a hoe than a gun. In other words, there are more people wanting to live in peace and harmony rather than in violent discord.
Living in the United States tends to make us doubt that possibility. Another school shooting, another pipeline breach, more felony arrests of nonviolent activists, and fear of LGBTQ+ keeps getting in the way of “live and let live”.
Recently as I participated in Vernon Electric Cooperative’s annual meeting and witnessed the majority of members voting against their own interests and willing to sacrifice democratic control, even I had to ponder the notion that more people want peace than not. I suppose it can be argued that authoritarian rule and control by a few is preferred because then no one has to think too much.
But the question remains: How does it feel?
How does it feel when you read about another school shooting yet continue to offer thoughts and prayers instead of applying pressure on legislators to change the course of things? How does it feel to know that queer people are being subjected to sub-human treatment? How does it feel to know this country was founded on the deliberate subjugation of People for wealth and pretend it isn’t so?
I’m not willing to give up my understanding that more people want peace. But I will admit to this: too few are willing to say and to do the necessary things to make living in a peaceful way a reality.
Martin Luther King spoke great wisdom when he said, “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. “
The Anglo-Saxon period of English history brought us the sheriff or “shire reeve”. The reeve was the King’s law enforcement in a city, town or shire, and was responsible for collecting taxes.The inception and development of the rule of law is based on fortune maintaining fortune. It is and has often been a corrupt system when it comes to defending humanity.
And the United States Department of Justice said of the Louisville PoliceDepartment: The LMPD “engages in a pattern or practice of conduct that violates the U.S. Constitution and federal law.” The use of excessive force, discriminating against Black people, conducting searches with invalid warrants, and “violating the rights of those engaged in protected speech,” were all cited.
We are engaged in a battle of choice. We’re waking to the reality that the punitive system given us long ago is antiquated, proven corrupt, and in favor of the “shire”, not the “commoner.”
There is a movement afoot to end the punitive system of law enforcement. The wisdom of Abolition is gaining traction. Our money is better spent helping one another and leveling the playing field rather than pouring countless dollars into weaponry and prisons. It’s time.
Photo description: Protesters marching in Minneapolis near Hennepin/Lake remembering Manuel Teran(Tort), who was shot and killed by officers at a prolonged protest in an Atlanta forest.
They stopped at Lake/Girard where protester Deona Marie was killed on 06/13/21 and outside the ramp Winston Smith was killed by law enforcement 10 days earlier.
And that is the meaning of intersectionality, isn’t it? It is the interconnected, overlapping and interdependent nature of the disadvantaged.
It’s great to have a day to champion our singular causes, and we could add many more honorary days to celebrate and move forward with bold agendas and transformative ideals.
Or we can take this notion of being disadvantaged and turn it upside down. When we realize our combined efforts towards equity and peace are the norms, not the defaults, and that in fact we are the majority, we can all win.
International Women’s Day began over 112 years ago, forgotten by many countries and then twisted into a kind of Mother’s Day by others, and now we witness what has besieged the girls and women of Afghanistan in less than two years.
A nightmare has been allowed to run rampant in humanity for far too long. It is based in competition and the accumulation of wealth at all costs. It’s the accumulation of wealth that promotes slavery and continues in its various forms today. It is the ridiculous competition among leaders that continues to send soldiers and civilians to their graves. And it is the degradation of women, children and the earth that has brought us to this moment of un-civilization.
Thinking, peace driven people must shun the failures of the past. These individuals, who can take the yokes from their own necks, and create new paths forward, can and will ignite the change we know is possible.
When they tell you you’re not one of them. Don’t be offended. It’s probably true.
When they talk about you behind your back and set up roadblocks on your path. Don’t waste your time getting angry. Don’t think about getting even.
These are the games of assumption and judgment. You don’t have to play in that playground. These are the strategies of divide and conquer – and you can see where that has gotten us.
This is your moment to shine. This is the moment to call upon your inner strength, and use your highest vision. That’s what’s needed now.
Never let anyone diminish you.
You are a human being. You have been given the gift of life and you belong.
People may try to erase you. People may try to usurp you but when you know and understand who you are they cannot touch you. Cultivate your courage. Cultivate your love and kindness. These are your weapons.
Don’t dance in the graveyard of ignorance. Find the living. And Enjoy.
Some talk about ancestors. Some talk about angels. Some talk about God. But talk is talk and knowing is a very different thing.
Place your hope on the possibility that humanity can and will come to its senses before it is too late. Trust that spark of divinity that each of us carries. Let it burst into flames, too bright to be ignored again, and hot enough to melt the hardest of hearts.
It is a difficult time. We have forgotten who we are, but we can remember. And in that remembrance everything is possible.
Take a step towards knowing who you are. You are the Greatest. You are needed and you belong. Widen your Circle.