Monday, October 17, 2005

Truth

I see leaders,
but I will not follow.
It's all a bunch of lies.

I read experts,
but I will not believe.
Their view is tainted.

I hear gurus,
but I will not listen.
Their god is their undoing.

I think for myself,
I feel for myself,
and I take nothing for granted.

I make my own truth.

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Sunday, October 16, 2005

Words of Wisdom

The following was written by an 85 year old woman named Nadine Stair

If I Had My Life to Live Over

I'd like to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip.I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh I've had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those person who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.

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A History of Poverty and Racism

This is the 3rd post in a series preceeded by Time for a New Solution and Promoting Democracy or Obstructing it, and followed by Poverty, Racism, and Economic Growth.

Katrina opened our eyes to something we didn’t want to admit: poverty and racism still exist in America; the wealthiest and most powerful nation in the history of man; the land of the free; “bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses...” How could poverty and racism still exist - of all places - here?

Racism in America has a long history. Its roots go back to the days of colonialism: European nations claiming sovereignty over foreign lands and foreign people to facilitate economic domination over their resources, labor, and markets. They justified this by their own believed superiority to their victims. Most people can only treat others with such unjust and cruel acts if they fool themselves into believing the others are somehow less human, less deserving than they are themselves. In the days of Colonialism, the justification was that these “savages” were heathens, and it was God’s will to bring the word of Christ to them - no matter what the cost. If the Europeans happened to amass great amounts of wealth in the process, so be it.

America’s white history is no different. Our forefathers were European, and started off with all the colonial-based wealth that implies. Furthermore, our country's founders added to that wealth by owning slaves, again justified by the belief that the slaves were inferior “savages”. Much of our county’s initial wealth was built on racist behavior.

OK, but that was over 100 years ago. What does it have to do with poverty and racism today? Very much. It takes money to make money. If you come from a family with money, your chances of success are much greater than if you come from a poor one. Your family already has money to invest in you, your future, and your dreams. Your chances of growing-up in a safe neighborhood, of going to better schools, of getting business and home loans, and of getting a good job are all higher. It only makes sense. Money pays for better neighborhoods and schools. If you come from a family with money, a bank is much more likely to give you a loan - your family has the collateral to back it up, your family has a history of success, and odds are you already have a good education. Getting a good job is much more likely if you come from a family with money, because your family and friends come with connections that you wouldn’t have otherwise. And again, the fact that you probably have a better education is to your benefit. All of these are advantages people with wealth have over those without. They are NOT advantages that are earned; they’re advantages that already exist at birth.

The initial wealth that came with slavery and other exploitive actions provided a legacy of advantages for white people that blacks (and other minorities) simply do not share. When America abolished slavery, the slaves were freed, but they weren’t given anything to build upon. They had no homes, no education, and no wealth. Over the last century, that has slowly changed, but the disadvantages still exist by the very nature of our economic system: it takes money to make money. According to a recent report, the average white family has 11 times more worth than the average black one. Racism and poverty continue.

Racism continues not only in our unjust economic-political system, but also in our culture. Many people assume others are poor, because they’re lazy or stupid. We assume they’re there due to their own failings, their own weaknesses; that they are inferior and less deserving. Sound familiar? And if they are poor due to their own weaknesses, we have no responsibility to help them - how convenient for us.

In reality, people are poor for a variety of reasons: disparities in wealth based on a history of racism; disparities in wealth based on current racist policies; low self-esteem from growing-up in a society that has taught them that they aren’t worth anything; living in an unstable environment; and, yes, an over-dependence on government hand-outs.

So what can we do about it?

The first thing we need to do is recognize that people are not poor because they are inferior and less deserving. Their poverty takes place in a broader context of a society with a long history of racism, not only against minorities, but against poor people in general. The first step toward solving poverty is coming from a place of understanding and compassion. Until that step is taken, any changes to the current socio-economic-political system will reflect our racist tendencies.

This is the 3rd post in a series focused on problems revealed by Katrina and real solutions to those problems. The next post will discuss further steps we can take toward reducing racism and poverty.

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Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Morality and Guilt in the Streets of Chicago

I knew he was going to hit me up for change by the way he walked up to me: direct with intent. I made the mistake of catching his eyes and giving a friendly nod. It was all the invite he needed. He was a black guy of medium height and build. He wore a a baseball cap with a bandana underneath that covered his head and hung down the back. "You looking for the train or the metro?"

I considered my options:
1. Open dialogue, see where it goes.
2. Shut him down and keep walking.

I chose the first. "Actually I'm heading to the airport."
"Oh, then you need the blue line."
"Yeah I know. I'm heading that way," I pointed.
"No man, that's the wrong way. You need Jackson and Clinton," he said pointing to the exact opposite direction I was headed.
"Say what?"
"Yeah, lookie here," he pats me on the chest and with a hop in his step leads me to the corner to show me the way. He starts naming each block I need to cross, emphatically tapping the edge of his right hand in the open palm of his left with each dead president: Monroe, Adams, ....

Of course I already knew them. I just came from that way, but he sure knows his streets...like it's his job.... and I know it is.

At the end of it all, the inevitable: "I'm just trying to scrape up a couple of bucks for food, four pieces of chicken." For the first time I hear some coins jingling in his pocket and I laugh under my breath about the detail: "four pieces of chicken." I start muttering as I run the decision through my head. "I've got just enough change for the metro. Ah, what the hell. He helped me out and I can get more change on the way." So I give him all the coins in my pocket, $.60. He holds it in the palm of his hand flicking it like he's sifting through dirt for something better. I'm thinking, "what the hell? You're asking for money on the street. You should be grateful for any amount." We're reading each other. He says something like, "that's part of the way there." I think, "Don't give me that. You already have change in your pocket," but I don't say it. As he's walking away I offer him my philosophy, "every little bit helps."

On the way toward the metro, I keep running it through my head. Should I have given him more? He did help me out, but I wouldn't have given him anything if it wasn't for that. I hate the fact that I can't give someone a friendly nod without worrying that they'll hit me up for cash. I think $.60 was more than fair and that's an educated opinion. I know the game. Why did he expect more? It's not like I look like some rich white boy. I'm walking down the sweating streets of Chicago sandwiched between a backpack on my back and a backpack on my front, carrying a drooping, plastic bag in my hand. If I had money to spare, I'd be taking a cab.

Maybe he expected more gratitude, and I was grateful, very grateful. But I don't equate good deeds with money. I think people should be willing to help each other out of the goodness in their hearts. And as I write these words I question my own heart, my own goodness. Maybe I should've given him more. A dollar or two wouldn't break me, and maybe it would've made his day. But it bugs me that he expected it.

I search for closure, for clarity. Who was right? Who was wrong? Maybe both of us, maybe neither of us. Who knows? No easy answers.

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