“I can’t run no more / with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud”
-Leonard Cohen
I’m praying because it’s all I have left.
Friends, I have almost completely lost hope.*
I’m not in dire straits financially or physically. And let me say clearly: I’m not suicidal.
It’s just that emotionally and intuitively and spiritually and to my core I am
Angry, depressed, freaked out and sickened
by the way
this heartless system fails to accord people basic safety, love, respect and dignity.
And I don’t want to talk myself down from this sad and angry place
anymore.
All I want to do is break windows and the law
and occupy warm, empty buildings. Less and less
can I open up when someone asks me “How are you?”
I don’t want to bring down unsuspecting people.
More and more I find myself sobbing, any place, any hour
shivering for no reason.
(And yes, thank you, I am “practicing good self-care.”)
Our people are dying. Our young people are dying.
People I love are dying, and intensely suffering, living in constant fear, and there is no reason.
People I love are dying, and intensely suffering, living in constant fear.
And there is no reason.
A woman in my spiritual community said last week something I can’t get out of my head. She said, “There’s no complacency in consciousness.” Once you see, you can’t turn away.
Part of the complacency in many hearts is the myth of the “undeserving poor.” That is, the myth that poor/homeless people only have themselves to blame (rather than a rotten empire dependent on exploitation) and therefore do not deserve mercy, compassion, humanity, justice, or basic aid.
Show me “the undeserving poor” and I’ll show you my teacher.
Whether they know it or not, the people I’ve met who are out, have given me a free education on the state-sponsored violence happening all around us. Believe me when I say I am more comfortable visiting with homeless criminal drug-users, canaries like me, than I am sitting through a city council meeting.
We need to build a new world, and everyone needs a place. That’s a place to start.
I second Meg Martin’s call for pilot projects at the city and county to improve people’s lives, such as:
* safe and legal camping lots
* converting vacant motels, houses and other buildings into shelters, hostels, and permanent, supportive, low-rent housing
* local housing levies for affordable housing
So how do we get this?
How do we make it a priority for local policymakers and those with the power of the purse?
How do we stoke their courage and humanity, so they stop giving in to fears about “liability” and “risk management” while people we love are dying, and intensely suffering, living in constant fear?
How do we get them to see that there is literally no effin’ way that allowing basic sanctuary could make things worse?
I work with a grassroots group called Just Housing and we’re trying to figure that out. Our unofficial tagline is: We’re all under the same roof. At the center are the voices and experiences of people currently or formerly living house-less.
If you feel a deep pain like a dark dirge, perhaps it is the part of you that connects to other people.
To all our relations.
To spirit.
To the only things besides water and sunlight that keep our species alive.
I believe this is what Dorothy Day of the Catholic Worker Movement called “the long loneliness,” and like sister Dorothy, I believe the only cure for this long loneliness is “love, and that love comes with community.”
I write because I know there are others who’ve almost completely lost hope, silently, alone, feeling ashamed of their despair. Canaries like me, yes, but we aren’t in a cage. Maybe we can encourage each other. Maybe we can build this new world.
I’m inviting you to join Just Housing. We don’t have a plan, we just have each other. We meet at PiPE’s Purple House on Mondays at 3pm and usually go ‘til the whistle blows at 5. The Purple House is at 408 7th Ave SE, off Adams Street, across from the train tunnel downtown.
People, it’s hard not to love you.
(*Any hope I have comes from Standing Rock, Black Lives Matter, and other communities organizing for life and truth and justice, in a system that would deny them.)