From a Facebook post that came through my feed a while back:
Syrian refugees, White Helmets, Standing Rock Sioux, DAPL, Black Lives lost, Black Lives Matter, Aggression towards Muslims, aggression towards people perceived to be Muslims, Oil Company YES Men being put in charge of our government’s environmental departments, children worrying to themselves at night that their parents will be deported, Flint Michigan is still drinking water from bottles, Oil Spill right now running into the Missouri, people feeling insecure that they will have access to healthcare in 2017……is it any wonder we are feeling overwhelmed? We are feeling torn between what front to fight on? We are feeling alone?
This is only a partial list of the things I can’t stop thinking/worrying about–and yes, I have been feeling overwhelmed and torn and alone.
I have been struggling since early November to figure out how to respond to what is happening. I have attended two protests, but I left both feeling that it wasn’t the best use of my limited resources. I am watching very-capable others around me, and I haven’t seen any clearly important gaps I might fill better than those already filling them. I have been frustrated by my inability to do even the simplest of things; while I’ve made a few phone calls in response to calls for action, because of my work/life obligations I often can’t do that during business hours, which is when such calls are answered.
I have been stuck in a scarcity mind-set, continually exhausted from ping-ponging between worry about how to meet urgent, immediate needs (those call-to-action requests) and long-term needs (how do we shift societal thinking/understanding about race, justice, information, government, etc.?).
As a result, I’ve been doing a lot of nothing much. I spend too much time on social media, consuming information that I don’t do much with. The information is important, as is the connection with like-minded others (so we know we’re not completely alone/delusional), but the balance has felt off. I have felt off-balance.
I’m pretty sure the thing to do is get over myself.
I need to get over the idea that I can somehow, on my own, save anything. I need to get over the perfectionism that can keep me from doing anything unless I think I can do it exactly right. I need to get over figuring out the one, best right thing to do and just find good things to do, trusting that others will carry the weight of the other right things I’m not the best person for.
So, this is me getting over myself:
A few weeks ago, I read a New York Times story from George Yancy, a professor who’s been placed on the Professor Watchlist, a list created by Turning Point USA to “to expose and document college professors who discriminate against conservative students and advance leftist propaganda in the classroom.” (I refuse to link to this. You can find it easily if you want.) Yancy’s concluding paragraph felt like a rallying cry, the most compelling call to action I’ve seen:
Well, if it is dangerous to teach my students to love their neighbors, to think and rethink constructively and ethically about who their neighbors are, and how they have been taught to see themselves as disconnected and neoliberal subjects, then, yes, I am dangerous, and what I teach is dangerous.
Hell, yeah! I thought. I want to be dangerous, too.
I have been sitting with his words, letting them marinate in the stew of all I’ve experienced this year. As I’ve learned a more complete reality of my country’s history, heard and read the reality of lived experience from people of color, and seen the ugly reality of where so many of my countrymen are with respect to race and justice today, I’ve been ashamed that it has taken me so long to be truly moved.
I have been reflecting on what it is that moved me, finally, and I know that it has been a combination of information and story. Learning the systemic mechanisms of racism in our country alone didn’t move me. Hearing others’ stories in isolation from systemic analysis didn’t move me. Having both come together–so I could understand intellectually the causes of personal suffering while empathetically feeling the suffering–is what has made a difference in me. It is what has made it impossible for me to close my ears and mind and heart and retreat back into my own, private world. It is what woke me.
In the face of all this intellectual and emotional messiness, I have been floundering in the sea of all I don’t know and don’t have:
I don’t know a whole lot about how to organize. I don’t know how to make change happen politically. I don’t know how to advocate for policy.
I don’t have much in the way of resources. I’m not rich and I don’t have a lot of time. I work full-time in two under-funded public sector positions. It takes most of what I have to just take care of myself and my kids.
I don’t have a large platform from which to speak. On a good day this blog gets 150 or so views. I think more of my social media friends tolerate my utterances/shares more than look forward to them. I am not much of an influencer in the ways we typically think of that term.
But here’s what I do have:
I’m an educator. I’m a writer. I have faith (most days). I believe fiercely in the power of knowledge and story to change us. Yes, even to save us. I believe that saving happens one person, one community, one city, one state at a time. I believe in ripple effects. I would rather be read by 150 of the right people than 150,000 of the wrong ones–meaning, those whom my words will have no impact on. Those who will not take my words out into the world in some way for good.
Before the end of the year, I will post about a project I’m planning to launch–one that will make the best use of the talents and resources I have. It will be a collective project. It will involve story and education. I hope it will involve you.
Let’s get dangerous together.
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I am with you, Rita!! And I’m dangerous, too. Can’t wait to see what happens next…
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Count me in! Thank you, always, for your reflection and courage. Much love, my friend! 💖
Much love to you, too! It was so great to run into you the other day. Wonderful gift.
Rita, thank you for your inspiring words. Your words and actions definitely have a ripple effect that you do not see. Personally, I love your Facebook posts and often share links and information that I get from you with others. I am curious and looking forward to your newest idea. Keep on keeping on!
Thank you for saying that–and for encouraging me to really do this thing I’ve got in mind. Will post more asap!
I want to be Dangerous, and it appears more and more I will need to be Dangerous. No one stands alone in a fight for what is right, and very seldom is all the wrong quarantined. As I am Canadian it is very easy to believe what has happenned will have no effect on me or my life.
There is a growing thunder of people who seem to think what has happenned in the American election is a good thing, and want to echo “his message” here. One of their popular champions is a billionaire investor / reality tv star, currently living in the United States. I spent last night looking at his social media presence, and what I have seen terrifies me.
I think I felt the same way after Brexit–that it couldn’t happen here. Of course, I knew it could. But I just wanted so badly to believe it wouldn’t. Good to know we’ll have company.
Nice going, Rita!
Personally, I’d sidle up next to you for just about anything.
Put me on a list. Give me a call (503 961 4112. Send me information.
Let me know how I can help.
Thanks for doing something – it can make all the difference in the world.
Thank you, Skye. I’m working on it!
I’ve been inhabiting the same space as you — it’s good to feel not-alone in the retreat to silence (in which I am primarily aghast and terrified and …). Looking forward to the upcoming announcement.