No matter where we find this greater purpose for ourselves, at it’s best it’s a high better than any drug – a positive force with the collaborative power to change the world. At it’s worst, it’s the pavement on the road to hell – a force hateful and destructive enough to fuel genocides. And telling the difference – especially within ourselves – is much harder that you might think.
I was in bed when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, but I picked up thinking that good news never comes at night. It took me a moment to recognize the voice. Instead of hello, he said “We got him.”
What if we stopped believing that peace and conflict were mutually exclusive?
We are a culture obsessed with facts. Or worse – with the truth we believe is hidden within them. We act like facts are a thing to be extracted – carefully framed and selected pieces of historical data, distilled and hardened into raw materials. They are the material we use to build our reality. We pile them up around ourselves.
Imagine those cheers
In the ears
of the everyone elses
arrested displaced evicted and silenced
through their cells and alleyways
Because it’s all about the game.
In the wake of this raise-your-voice protest culture, the Trayvon Martin verdict has sent people pouring into the streets. Rightfully outraged. But once in the streets – what’s next? How do we get from here to the change we seek?