Hola mi gente,
Note: I have been reading Sam for many years now (if you don' t subscribe to his review, you should). There are many times I vehemently disagree with him, but he always brings his “A game” and in the process, he challenges my thinking, or points toward a road not taken, a point of view not considered. This piece by Sam Smith speaks eloquently and passionately about activism. More importantly, it offers a counter to the hypocrites who sit back and tell us the world will end, that people are stupid, that there's no sense, but who don't lift a finger to make a difference. Check it out...
Note: I have been reading Sam for many years now (if you don' t subscribe to his review, you should). There are many times I vehemently disagree with him, but he always brings his “A game” and in the process, he challenges my thinking, or points toward a road not taken, a point of view not considered. This piece by Sam Smith speaks eloquently and passionately about activism. More importantly, it offers a counter to the hypocrites who sit back and tell us the world will end, that people are stupid, that there's no sense, but who don't lift a finger to make a difference. Check it out...
Becoming and Living as an Activist
SAM SMITH: Talk at
Active & Compassionate Teens Conference for Social Justice Tatnall School
WILMINGTON DEL
March 6, 2004
March 6, 2004
You never know how
it's going to work out…
About 16 years ago my
youngest son, soon to graduate from high school, visited a used clothing shop
with two buddies. One of them found a pink suit, pink tie, and pink fedora hat
that fit him just fine and made my son's friend look like some strange
character out of a 1940s movie. As a joke, he wore the suit to his graduation a
few weeks later.
The other day, I
picked up a copy of his school’s alumni magazine. There was a photograph of an
African American girl in the pink suit with the pink fedora. For 16 years that
outfit has been handed down from class to class to be worn at graduation by the
person who best exemplified the spirit of the pink suit -- whatever that is.
You never know how
it's going to work out…
In February 1960 four
black college students sat down at a white-only Woolworth’s lunch counter in
Greensboro, NC. Within two weeks, there were sit-ins in 15 cities in five
southern states and within two months they had spread to 54 cities in nine
states. By April the leaders of these protests had come together, heard a
moving sermon by Martin Luther King Jr. and formed the Student Non-Violent
Coordinating Committee. Four students did something and America changed. Even
they, however, couldn’t know what the result would be.
One of the four,
Franklin McCain, would say years later, “What people won’t talk (about), what
people don’t like to remember is that the success of that movement in
Greensboro is probably attributed to no more than eight or 10 people. I can say
this: when the television cameras stopped rolling, the folk left. I mean, there
were just a very faithful few. McNeil and I can’t count the nights and evenings
that we literally cried because we couldn’t get people to help us staff a
picket line.”
Four people… That’s
you and the students on either side of you and the one in front of you. That’s
all you need to make history sometimes.
I knew a civil rights
leader named Julius Hobson. He used to say that he could start a revolution
with six men and telephone booth. He seldom had more than ten at one of his
demonstrations. Once in a church with about 30 parishioners, he commented, “If
I had that many people behind me, I’d be president.”
But between 1960 and
1964, Julius Hobson ran more than 80 picket lines on approximately 120 retail
stores in downtown DC, resulting in employment for some 5,000 blacks. He
initiated a campaign that resulted in the first hiring of black bus drivers by
DC Transit. Hobson forced the hiring of the first black auto salesmen and dairy
employees and started a campaign to combat job discrimination by the public
utilities.
Hobson directed
campaigns against private apartment buildings that discriminated against blacks
and led a demonstration by 4,500 people to city hall that encouraged the DC to
end housing segregation. He conducted a lie-in at the Washington Hospital
Center that produced a jail term for himself and helped to end segregation in
the hospitals. His arrest in a sit-in at the Benjamin Franklin School in 1964
helped lead to the desegregation of private business schools. In 1967, Julius
Hobson won, after a long and very lonely court battle that left him deeply in
debt, a suit that outlawed the discrimination in teaching, teacher segregation,
and the unfair distribution of spending, books and supplies. It also led,
indirectly, to the resignation of the school superintendent and first elections
of a city school board. A few years later he started a third party that got him
elected to the city council. And a few years ago that party became the local
Green party.
You never know how
it's going to work out... or when.
In 1848 the first
women’s conference took place at Seneca Falls in New York. 300 people were
there but only one of the women present lived long enough to vote.
Usually I ask
students: knowing what you know now would you have gone to the Seneca Falls
conference or would you have said why bother? Would you have been an
abolitionist in 1830, decades before emancipation? Would you have been a labor
activist in 1890, a gay rights advocate in 1910? Or would you have said why
bother?
I don’t have to ask
you those questions because you're here even though you don't know how it’s
going to work out. You have taken the leap of faith that is the necessary first
step for progress: you have imagined that it is possible.
I’m not going to kid
you. It’s hard. Producing positive social, economic, and political change in a
country as locked down as ours is hard work. And your generation has already
taken it in the chops.
With the sole
exception of black Americans in the post-reconstruction era, no other
generation has been so deprived of its constitutional rights and civil
liberties. No other generation of young males has been sent to prison in such
numbers for such minor offenses. And few generations of the young have been so
consistently treated as a social problem rather than as a cause of joy and
hope. Except for blacks in the post-reconstruction era -- no other generation
has been so deliberately cheated of so much.
If you think I
exaggerate, consider these figures from the Department of Labor, figures that
you won’t see on the evening news, or read in the morning paper. The earnings
of everyone under 25 -- black, white, Latino, male and female -- have actually
declined over the past twenty years in real dollars, about 5% for the most
part. But get this: the earnings of black and white males under 25 are down 17
to 21%. A typical white male is earning $97 less a week in real dollars than 20
years ago.
Your rights as a
citizen of the United States have also been steadily eroded during your
lifetime. There have been increased use of roadblocks, searches without
warrants, wiretapping, drug testing, punishment before trial, travel
restrictions, censorship of student speech, behavior, and clothing; excessive
requirements for IDs, youth curfews, video surveillance, and an older drinking
age -- all of this before September 11.
Yet the system that
envelopes us becomes normal by its mere mass, its repetitive messages, its
sheer noise. Our society faces what William Burroughs called a biologic crisis
-- “like being dead and not knowing it.” And even as we complain about and
denounce the culture in which we find ourselves, we are unable bury it or to
revive it. We speak of a new age but make endless accommodations with the old.
We are overpowered and afraid.
To accept the full
consequences of the degradation of the environment, the explosion of
incarceration, the creeping militarization, the dismantling of democracy, the
commodification of culture, the contempt for the real, the culture of impunity
among the powerful and the zero tolerance towards the weak and the young,
requires a courage that seems beyond us. We do not know how to look honestly at
the wreckage without a sense of surrender; far easier to just keep dancing and
hope someone else fixes it all.
Yet, in a perverse
way, our predicament makes life simpler. We have clearly lost what we have
lost. We can give up our futile efforts to preserve the illusion and turn our
energies instead to the construction of a new time.
It is this
willingness to walk away from the seductive power of the present that first
divides the mere reformer from the rebel -- the courage to emigrate from one's
own ways in order to meet the future not as just a right but as a frontier.
How one does this can
vary markedly, but one of the bad habits we have acquired from the bullies who
now run the place is undue reliance on traditional political, legal and
rhetorical tools. Politically active Americans have been taught that even at
the risk of losing our planet and our democracy, we must go about it all in a
rational manner, never raising our voices, never doing the unlikely or trying
the improbable, let alone screaming for help.
We have lost much of
what was gained in the 1960s and 1970s because we traded in our passion, our
energy, our magic and our music for the rational, technocratic and media ways
of our leaders. We will not overcome the current crisis solely with political
logic. We need living rooms like those in which women once discovered others
like themselves. The freedom schools of the civil rights movement. The politics
of the folk guitar. The pain of James Baldwin. The laughter of Abbie Hoffman.
The strategy of Gandhi and King.
Unexpected gatherings
and unpredicted coalitions. People coming together because they disagree on
every subject save one: the need to preserve the human. Savage satire and
gentle poetry. Boisterous revival and silent meditation. Grand assemblies and
simple conversations.
Above all, we must
understand that in leaving the toxic ways of the present we are healing
ourselves, our places, and our planet. We must rebel not as a last act of
desperation but as a first act of creation.
You can do it… in
fact it’s pretty much up to you… you can tell when change is coming… it’s when
the young demand it. We’ve had our chance and we blew it. And you’ve got at
most about ten years to set things straight. Then you'll get busy with other
things.
In fact, you have to
do it.
I know it looks hard.
We seem, as Mathew Arnold put it, trapped between two worlds, “one dead, the
other powerless to be born.”
So how can one
maintain hope, faith and energy in such an instance?
If we accept the
apparently inevitable -- that is, the future as marketed to us by the media and
our leaders -- then we will become merely the audience for our own demise. Our
society today teaches us in so many ways that matters are preordained: you
can’t have a pay raise because it will cause inflation, you are entitled to run
the country because you went to Yale, you’re not good enough to go to Yale, you
are shiftless because you are poor; there is nothing you can do to change what
you see on TV, you don’t stand a chance in life if you don’t pass this test.
And what if we follow
this advice and these messages? If you and I do nothing, say nothing, risk
nothing, then current trends will probably continue in which case we can expect
over the next decade or so:
More corruption, a
wealthier and more isolated upper class, more homelessness, increased
militarization, a growth in censorship, less privacy, further loss of
constitutional protections, a decline in the standard of living, fewer
corporations owning more media, greatly increased traffic jams, more waits for
services and entertainment, more illness from toxic chemicals, more influence
by drug lords, more climatic instability, fewer beaches, more violence, more
segregation, more propaganda, less responsive government, less truth, less
space, less democracy, less happiness, less love…
But what if, on the
other hand, we recognize that the future of our society and our planet will in
large part simply represent the sum total of human choices made between now and
then? Then we can stop being passive spectators and become actors -- even more,
we start to rewrite the play. We can become the hope we are looking for.
But how? Well let me
offer a few suggestions, what I might call helpful hints for happy hell
raisers:
- Discover that you
are not alone. Begin right after my talk by introducing yourself to those
around you. Find places where people like you can gather not just to commit
social justice but to enjoy each other. Change comes not just from agendas, but
from casual conversations, from communities of the caring, from having fun with
people who share your beliefs.
- Even when you can’t
change things you can change your attitude towards them. For example, we tend
to think of the 1950s as a time of unmitigated conformity, but in many ways the
decade of the 60s was merely the mass movement of ideas that took root in the
50s. Because in beat culture, jazz, and the civil rights movement there had
already been a stunning critique of, and rebellion against, the American
establishment.
Norman Mailer called
such people “psychic outlaws” and “the rebel cell in our social body.” Ned Plotsky
termed them, “the draft dodgers of commercial civilization.”
Unlike today’s
activists they lacked a plan; unlike those of the 60s they lacked anything to
plan for; what substituted for utopia and organization was the freedom to
think, to speak, to move at will in a culture that thought it had adequately
taken care of all such matters. To a far greater degree than rebellions that
followed, the beat culture created its message by being rather than doing,
rejection rather than confrontation, sensibility rather than strategy, journeys
instead of movements, words and music instead of acts, and informal communities
rather than formal institutions.
For the both the
civil rights movement and the 1960s rebellion that followed, such a revolt by
attitude seemed far from enough. Yet these full-fledged uprisings could not
have occurred without years of anger and hope being expressed in more
individualistic and less disciplined ways, ways that may seem ineffective in
retrospect yet served as absolutely necessary scaffolding with which to build a
powerful movement. In other words, even when you can’t act you can think, you
can talk, and you can react in some way.
- If you want to
scare the establishment, get people together who it doesn’t think belong
together. If you have a problem with your principal or headmaster don't just go
to his or her office with the usual troublemakers; walk in with some of the
smartest kids, some jocks, a few punks, blacks, whites, Latinos, and, best of
all, the kids who never seems to be interested in doing anything at all. Once
when we were fighting freeways in Washington, I looked up on a platform and
there was the Grovesnor Chapman, the chair of the white elite Georgetown
Citizens Association, and Reginald Booker head of a black militant organization
with a name so nasty I don’t think I can say it in school, and I said to
myself, we are going to win. And we did.
- Have fun. Don’t be
ashamed of it. You are not only fighting a cause, you are building a new sort
of community. Back in the 1960s, a really good black activist told me, “You
know, Sam, all I really want to do is sit on my stoop, drink beer and shoot
craps.” After that, I never forgot what the battle was really about.
Our quarrel with the
abuse of power should be not only be that it is cruel and stupid but that it
takes so much time way from other things -- like loving and being loved, and
music, and a good meal and the sunset of a gentle day. In a nation ablaze with
struggles for power, we are too often forced to choose between being a
co-conspirator in the arson or a member of the volunteer fire department. And,
too often, as we immerse ourselves in the terrible relevance of our times,
beauty and happiness seem to drift away.
- Remember the
definition of a saint: a sinner who tries harder. You and your colleagues don’t
have to be perfect, you don’t have to be always right, you just have to keep
trying.
- And while we’re
talking of saints remember what St Francis of Assisi said, “Always preach the
gospel. Use words if necessary.” Which is to say that words are not always the
answer. Justice can be expressed in many other ways. For example, if you
volunteer at a homeless shelter, you don’t have to make a big deal of it. Just
the fact that you are doing it will have an effect on those around you.
- Among the other
ways are art and music. Music is often the forerunner of political change.
Billie Holiday was singing about lynchings long before the civil rights
movement. Cool jazz was a form of rebellion. And when they write about what led
up to the important Wilmington student conference of March 2004 the smart
historians will give credit to punk rock. Because it kept the idea of freedom
alive at a time when few others were interested. As the webzine Fast ‘n’
Bulbous noted:
“Punk gives the message that no one has to be a genius to do it him/ herself. Punk invented a whole new spectrum of do-it-yourself projects for a generation. Instead of waiting for the next big thing in music to be excited about, anyone with this new sense of autonomy can make it happen themselves by forming a band. Instead of depending on commercial media to tell them what to think, anyone can create a fanzine, paper, journal or comic book. With enough effort and cooperation they can even publish and distribute it. Kids were eventually able to start their own record labels too.”
In other words, it
was a musical version of democracy.
And it can lead to
profound political change. By the end of the 1990s, an unremittingly political
band, Rage Against the Machine, had sold more than 7 million copies of its
first two albums and its third, The Battle of Los Angeles, sold 450,000 copies
its first week. Nine months later, there would be a live battle of Los Angeles
as the police shut down a Rage concert at the Democratic Convention. Throughout
the 1990s, during a nadir of activism and an apex of greed, Rage both raised
hell and made money. In 1993 the band, appearing at Lollapalooza III in
Philadelphia, stood naked on stage for 15 minutes without singing or playing a
note in a protest against censorship. Other protest concerts followed. And in
1997, well before most college students were paying any attention to the issue,
Rage’s Tom Morello was arrested during a protest against sweatshop labor.
Throughout this period no members of the band were invited to discuss politics
with Ted Koppel or Jim Lehrer. But a generation heard them anyway. So Rage
T-shirts became a common sight during the 1999 Seattle protest.
- Be patient. You are
not winning a game called justice, you are living a life called justice.
Bertolt Brecht tells the story of a man living alone who answers a knock at the
door. There stands Tyranny, armed and powerful, who asks, “Will you submit?”
The man does not reply. He steps aside. Tyranny enters and takes over. The man
serves him for years. Then Tyranny mysteriously becomes sick from food
poisoning. He dies. The man opens the door, gets rid of the body, comes back to
the house, closes the door behind him, and says, firmly, “No.”
- Be fair to each
other. There's been a sad side to social activism. Some people get delusions of
grandeur, some rip it off. And some don't apply the principles of which they
talk to those around them. For example, both the civil rights and the 1960s
anti-war movement were rife with behavior that denigrated the women involved.
So remember the old Mahalia Jackson gospel song and you won't go wrong: “You
can't go to church and shout all day Sunday, come home and get drunk and raise
hell on a Monday. You've got to live the life you sing about in your song.”
- As far as getting
along with folks of different cultures and backgrounds, listen to my old friend
Chuck Stone. Stone really knows how to get along with other people. When he was
columnist and senior editor of the Philadelphia Daily News, 75 homicide suspects
surrendered to him personally rather than take their chances with the
Philadelphia police department. Black journalist Stone also negotiated the end
of five hostage crises, once at gun point. “I learned how to listen," he
says. Stone believes in building what he calls "the reciprocity of
civility.” His advice for getting along with other Americans: treat them like a
member of your family.
- I can’t emphasize
that too much. Show everyone respect and you’ll walk comfortably among every
class, subculture and ethnicity in this land. Don’t show respect and you’ll
live a lonely life.
- Part of that
respect is towards yourself. Don’t apologize for who you are. Don’t be afraid
to argue with someone just because they are of a different ethnicity. Arguing
with someone is a form of respect too, because it means you really care about
what they think.
- If you are a member
of an ethnic or other minority, remember that as an activist your role is to
provide solutions to problems and not merely be a symptom of them. To be a
survivor and not a victim. It is hard these days because basically all the
corporate and political establishment want any of us to do is to consume and
comply, and the poor and the weak more so than the rest of us. For example,
they not only want you listening to hip hop but to accept its culture as the
outer limit of black aspiration. There is nothing wrong with hip hop except
when all doors leading beyond it are closed.
Ethnic politicians
have a similar problem. During the civil rights movement, black leaders spoke
not only to those of their own culture but to many whites, especially young
whites like myself. The most influential book I read in college was Martin
Luther King’s “Stride Toward Freedom” and it wasn’t on any required reading
list. Cesar Chavez had a similar cross-cultural appeal. But then as African
Americans became more successful in politics there was an understandable but
unfortunate tendency to retreat to a constituency you knew you could rely upon.
And so black leaders became much less influential in the white community.
It’s an important
lesson for any young black or Latino activist. Don’t let your story be
ghettoized; instead take that story and find the universal in it, and use that
story to move those who don't look like you but can understand the story
because you made it theirs, too. The greatest ethnic success stories in America
have come when a minority learned to lead the majority, as the Irish and Jews
often did in the past century.
As an example, I hear
over and over that blacks and Latinos can’t work together politically, but I
can almost promise you that the next great ethnic leader in this country is
going to be someone who ignores that cliché and creates a black-Latino
coalition which, after all, will represent one quarter of the people in this
land. Perhaps that leader is in this room.
- Look for consensus.
There's a lot of either-or in political activism. But within your own groups,
it helps to emphasize consensus. Before we got the national Green Party off the
ground we held a conference in the early 1990s that many would have said was
doomed to failure. We had 125 people from over 20 different third parties
ranging from the Socialists and the Greens to the Libertarians and the Perot
people. It was asking for trouble.
But we also had two
rules: first, we were there to discuss what we agree upon, not what divided us
and two, we would discover it by some form of consensus. And we did; by the end
of the weekend we had come up with 17 points of unanimous agreement.
- Finally, trust in
courage and not only in hope. The key to both a better future and our own
continuous faith in one is the constant, conscious exercise of choice even in
the face of absurdity, uncertainty and daunting odds. We are constantly led,
coaxed and ordered away from such a practice. We are taught to respect power
rather than conscience, the grand rather than the good, the acquisition rather
than the discovery.
But as Lillie Tomlin
noted, even if you win the rat race, you are still a rat.
Any effort on behalf
of human or ecological justice and wisdom demands real courage rather than
false optimism, and responsibility even in times of utter madness, even in
times when decadence outpolls decency, even in times when responsibility itself
is ridiculed as the behavior of the weak and naive.
There is far more to
this than personal action and personal witness. In fact, it is when we learn to
share our witness with others -- in politics, in music, in rebellion, in
conversation, in love -- that what starts as singular testimony can end in mass
transformation. Here then is the real possibility: that we are building
something important even if it remains invisible to us. And here then is the
real story: even without the hope that such a thing is really happening there
is nothing better for us to do than to act as if it is -- or could be.
Here is ultimately a
philosophy of peace and even joy because we have thrown every inch and ounce of
our being into what we are meant to be doing -- which is to decide what we are
meant to be doing. And then to walk cheerfully down the street, through our
school, and over the face of the earth doing it.
* * *
My name is Eddie and
I’m in recovery from civilization…
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