Not too long ago humankind made decisions rooted in violent power. Those with the most power got their way by force. Those with the most power still wield incredible influence and try hard to suppress the less powerful, yet it is not as absolute.
Tomorrow is Election Day and voting is not only making decisions on who will lead for your family and community and what issues will be supported or defeated. It is also a spiritual practice of peace making. So many people lack the ability to vote and suffer at the hands of political violence. We remind ourselves of our humanity and human rights when we choose to cast our ballots.
I loved legos as a kid. I had this huge tub of those classic multi-colored blocks in my bedroom. I’d pull them out and root around with my hands as the legos made that crashing sound that only small little pieces of plastic can make. My two best friends would come over and together we would build epic castles and towns complete with colorful streets, schools, fire stations, and homes. We’d mix in little green army guys, a transformer here and there, and build towers with poker chips for good measure. At the end we had our masterpiece. We spent hours, even days, putting it all together. Then it was time for the real fun. Breaking it down!
We would gather up all my stuffed animals, balls and other poor toys, and hide around the corner from my bedroom floor. Then we would take turns without looking and lob the toys at our masterpiece. We could hear the crashes, and excitedly guessed what we may have toppled. Was it the castle? Did we knock down the invading green army guys? After a few rounds, we’d all swoop back in making ambulance siren sounds, and go to work on repairing the broken buildings and caring for the casualties. This cycle repeated for days.
I have three kids, and I’ve watched each of them break a lot of toys. Sometimes it is on purpose, sometimes it is purely accidental. It seems though that there are a lot of lessons.
Saltwater and bits of seaweed stick to my glasses
Close up an ax is raised over a barnacled rock
You can hear the rapid babel of Chinese and feel the Old Men across the jetty look up at the back of your head
A crack rings out, everyone relaxes, senses go calm
Another delicacy of the sea is gathered while youngsters strut across the beach
The fog horn rings out protecting this place
Where land and rock and sea and sky meet
I can not trust a system that is not willing to protect people of color. – From a friend and organizing colleague in Portland, Oregon
My communities of pastors, human rights activists and neighbors are reeling from the news this evening that Zimmerman was found not guilty for the killing of young teenager Travyon Martin in Florida. A culture clash of values at work, wrapped in a racialized media blanket and a desensitized American public that persistently dehumanizes people of color while fueling fear and militant individualism. Why we need to keep coming together. From those I love — Continue reading
A core part of APANO’s Model of Change is grassroots organizing, which comes in many shapes and colors. I think its important for every community to go through a process to define what they mean by grassroots organizing, and its probably a good thing to update it periodically.
APANO developed language around this in 2012, and we’re revisiting, visualizing (see path to social change infographic) and refining through conversations among members at our Statewide Convention, staff and board. I’ve had the opportunity to consider many approaches over the last 25 years, and am always enjoying new illustrations and deeper analysis on the subject.
I’ve been recently studying this model from grassrootschange.net with a public health frame. It was shared as part of a discussion around countering bad “preemption” policies that ALEC and big industry have been utilizing to fend off health equity initiatives around the country.
Have you ever heard the term movement activist? It isn’t something I was very familiar with until a few years ago. With the help of my colleagues at the Western States Center and friends who continue to organize post-Seattle WTO for convenings such as the US Social Forum, I’ve found myself thinking, feeling and acting out of a deeper “movement building” framework.
I appreciate how the idea of a “movement activist” links us to the historical struggle for social justice. How the concept of movement binds us in solidarity with the oppression that communities beyond our communities experience, and calls us to find common ground. In fostering this common ground, I recognize that there is an ongoing effort to establish consensus around the roots of the problems our communities face. As one of my wise mentor-colleagues said, diagnosis determines therapy (thanks to the late Rev. Dr. Bill Jones).
A final note is on the being an activist, and how in this context of movement building, we are called to find ways to continue the work for a lifetime. How are we able to sustain ourselves? What is our support system? In working to change the social order, with institutional forces aligned to protect themselves and undermine efforts at transformation, how do we grow and adapt?