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Cathleen's avatar

I have a very specific answer to 8 and 12 from yesterday.

I learned yesterday evening that my local GOP was having their monthly meeting 2 blocks from my house, and they invited known White supremacist Caleb Shumaker as their keynote speaker. I sent out some texts and posted to IG, but ultimately no one came through. I had a thought that as much as I try to be someone who builds community, if I don't have anyone to come with me to stand against literal Neo-nazis, maybe I have done everything wrong. I rode my bike by myself and joined the two other women on the sidewalk. Two. In a town that prides itself on being special and progressive. In a town where 200 people upvoted the Reddit post bringing attention to it. I tried to stuff my despair and be present.

Another guy joined us (another middle-aged punk from the neighborhood who I somehow didn't know which seems crazy), shortly before an aggressive looking man sauntered up to us and raised the back of his shirt to show us a swastika tattoo and told us he wanted to debate us. Another large man pulled over and got out to "talk" to us, in an imposing, confrontational manner.

To make a long story short, while us little women fended off the weirdly imposing random dude, Tim (my new neighborhood punk friend) somehow converted the guy with the swastika tattoo and by the time I was able to re-engage with that conversation, he was recommending tattoo shops that would cover his swastika for free. Dude came over to the rest of us, shook our hands, and said, "I'm so so sorry. I hope you have a really nice rest of your evening."

Turns out Tim talked to the guy long enough to learn that he adopted his nazi identity in prison and Tim convinced him that he didn't need that to keep him safe anymore, and he had a choice about how he wanted to live his life on the outside. It was amazing to witness and definitely the bravest thing I've seen anyone do lately.

I'm sorry that was so long but it was a wild night and I'm trying to make sense of it.

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Asha Sanaker's avatar

Though I've been in and around movement all my life, when it comes to the personal need to build community I've been stymied, I'll admit, by a bone-deep resistance to being here at all and a very infantile hope (born out of serious early trauma) that someone *else* would show up and fix (waves hand around) all of this, save me, express interest or concern about my state of being.

I've not been entirely unlucky. I have deep friendships with a small cadre of folks that have held me in truly dark moments. But even that hasn't, until very recently, shaken off the inertia of the freeze response, or the magical thinking that if I just wait long enough folks will show up and create a community of care around me.

Only recently have I been able to find the extra spoons to really appreciate the old adage that you get what you give. If I want connection and community and care, I have to offer the same. Not in a tit-for-tat, now it's your turn to take care of me kind of way, but in a truly open-handed and open-hearted way based in trusting that it will come back to me from somewhere (Where? I don't know! Which doesn't make it unlikely or impossible.) when I need it.

Some of us require a long time to develop capacity, collect the spoons, undo an understandable history of basic mistrust for humanity in order to be what we want to see in the world. I guess I just want to say to anyone still working to get there, I SEE YOU. IT'S SO HARD. STILL, KEEP GOING. WE'LL GET THERE TOGETHER. Promise.

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