I don’t have a TV, and so I’ve been catching up on “The Wire” through Netflix. The stuff is in my head, it’s an overload of brilliant television, too much violence and a whole lot of reality. This is the place from which I open the papers today and learn what I already now – our kids are killing each other , Boston made the top 10, we are number 6 on the list. The shit is painful, and what’s even more frustrating is that there is nothing new to recommend. Papers are talking about the same old thing – “restoring police officers in the streets and creating social programs for poor youths.” Is that really what’s going to do it for us?
Look, maybe at some level these are things that will help, but the very best youth programs that I know can only serve a precious few, and by all means, let’s help these programs where we can. And cops, well, that’s a whole other story, I do watch the Wire after all, and before that, I knew about Foucault, power, and the dead end of “discipline and punish.” The “pragmatic” in me likes things like the “Shot Spotter” system, an acoustic technology that lets police rapidly intersect a shooter as soon as the weapon is fired. It works after the fact, but it gets to a perpetrator, but seriously now, is this the best we have? Feels like the opposite of a root cause.
We can talk about breakdowns in the family, racism, structural oppression, and a nation state that bails out bankers but lets its poor people die. We can talk about all of these things and we would be absolutely right, but our kids are still killing each other. There is something that is terribly counter-evolutionary about a society where kids kill one another, something feels terribly backward when locking up our kids becomes the state’s option – ask the folk at “The Gathering for Justice,” they can tell you what we are doing to our kids – I am blessed to work with them.
Truth is that I’m stumped by this one, grappling with it, feeling the pain of the whole thing, trying to open up and see what’s here, be bold in this search for something new. I’m seduced by Meg Wheatley’s proposition that “whatever the problem, community is the answer.” I’m moved by the idea that it has to be organic, and that there is little an outsider can do, be it state policy or charity. But in that little that we can do, we have to be incredibly precise, clear in our intention and unbelievably open to the fact that we don’t know.
I do know we have to stand with whoever is inside the thing, and trying to do something about it, trying to shift their own self first, not playing the name game first, the police game, the 501(c)3 game or the who is the best dressed pastor game. This has to happen somehow else. I’m going to keep messing with this one, stay with it as long as it takes, there is an answer somewhere and it has to do with heart, with authenticity and opportunity, appreciation, innovation, connection, it has to do with a willingness to truly take the time, it has to do with the fact that this thing we are looking at is not outside of our selves, this shit is real, and that’s how it hurts.
Monday, December 29, 2008
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The new year is not starting off well. And, it reminds of the response I lost the other day. You're so right that most of the discourse about what to do is lacking. More cops will not solve the problem. More youth programs will only help the few who are lucky and interested enough or willing to get involved. More pastors in the streets will help engage some kids in a deeper exploration the purpose of their lives. And, all of that still adds up to "insufficient funds" in a collective account that raises a stark question of collective and individual accountability. And a question about hope.
Not to oversimplify, but what we hope for drives what we do (as said most recently by a pastor in my church). Faith, says the writer of the letter to the Hebrews, is being sure of what you hope for and certain of what you do not see. I wonder what the young folks who are caught up in this web of violence, fear, and retribution hope for. I wonder how that shapes what they are willing to do, what they feel they must do, what they think is even possible to do.
As a mom, I wonder what their mothers hope for and what they think is possible.
I'm reminded of what Barbara Kingsolver said about hope... “The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what to hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof. What I want is so simple I can’t almost say it: elementary kindness. Enough to eat, enough to go around. The possibility that kids might one day grow up to be neither the destroyers nor the destroyed. That’s about it.” Sounds like a modest enough hope, but there is so much that works against our kids, so much that makes this simple hope seem so far beyond reach.
I'm reminded of a young man from my old neighborhood who ran a lucrative business-guns and drugs-and decided to give it up and lead some of his workers away from the life as well--because he encountered people who engaged him personally, confronted him with the meaning of his life and the impact of his business, dared to point him in the direction of different hopes for his life.
I'm not blaming the victim here. I know that there is a strong connection between what we see around us, what we have experienced (over the course of generations)and what we see as possible. So, it's a huge collective responsibility to transform both the belief and the actuality of what is possible for young people. It's not enough to point folks in a new direction. There has to be something there for them to pursue. And there has to be a community to come alongside them on the journey.
I'm with Meg Wheatly on this one. Whatever the problem, community is the answer. A community that is united, that sees the value of each member, that can create spaces where each can thrive at the same time as challenging the conditions that threaten any and all of its members.
While I want to close on a note of hope, I'm also reminded of a poem that ends with "the darkness around us is deep."
Cynthia - I am deeply moved by your words, I think our inner selves are pointing us in the same direction...
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