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two things you should read!

1) stop saying this is a nation of immigrants!
by roxanne dunbar-ortiz

2) learning from history: freedom summer, current summer
by yours truly :)

in love and struggle,
j

family philanthropy retreat: some reflections

a few weeks ago resource generation hosted the 4th Creating Change Through Family Philanthropy retreat, a 40 person conference for young people with family foundations. i was truly moved by the weekend. it was pretty darn incredible. and i was equally as challenged by the question: how does philanthropy exist in a framework that is working towards true liberation, self-determination, and the redistribution of wealth and power? can it?

the night i got home from the retreat i felt so much passion. i was deeply humbled by the experience- by the complex stories of everyone there, the million little ways in which people are doing what they can, in their particular lives, to affect change and work for justice. what you make of life is so much more complicated than simply you-- it's about the messages you've been handed down, the legacy you're expected to carry on, the demands of "success" by those around you, the life you've come to know and also are trying to question.

i also re-remembered how much of this work actually has nothing to do with money. it has to do with the dynamics that money creates....often dynamics that go so far back and so deep that we loose sight of their direct ties to the money itself. but they are ever-present. power dynamics. definitions of self-worth. teachings of what it means to be good, to be successful, to be smart. expectations and prophecies to fulfill. the squashing of imagination, of creativity and risk-taking. and the fear. so much fear. this shit is scary. trying to break cycles, live life differently, envision the world transformed...it's hard to stand strong in the face of pushback and uncertainty and pressure. or even know what "standing strong" always means when facing tough choices.

as i take more time to reflect on the retreat, i continue to be in awe of what truly "creating change through family philanthropy" can mean, what people who participate in it every day are working to make it. i also continue to wonder about the existence of philanthropy as we know it, when, to me, it doesn't actually have a place in the just world we're fighting for. janine lee, president of the southern partners fund and keynote speaker at the retreat, brought up this MLK jr quote:

"Philanthropy is commendable, but it must not cause the philanthropist to overlook the circumstances of economic injustice which make philanthropy necessary."

so i wonder, how do we do this work simultaneously? how do we 110% work towards a vision of a world without the injustice that makes philanthropy necessary, while practicing philanthropy ourselves? are there ways to do this? there need to be... because i am (slowly but surely) learning that change takes time, patience, and strategy. more importantly, it takes everyone-- not just the folks who are most directly affected by injustice, not just the activists that live off the grid, not just the young wealthy folks whose parents are on board with redistributing their entire trust funds. no, true change needs everyone to do what they can, where they are, to work towards justice.

but... what practices of philanthropy are non-reformist reforms of the system? by that i mean, how can we rise up to the responsibility of philanthropy if it's what we're handed, and use that responsibility to chip away at the system of philanthropy itself rather than re-empower it? how do we- can we?- work within philanthropy while trying to create a world where it doesn't exist? seriously folks, i'm wondering- do you have thoughts?

to stand in our own power in this work is fucking nuanced and fucking scary. embracing the power in our privilege while trying to totally overhaul the balance of power socially/politically/economically/globally...is.SO.complex. but damn. if everyone at the CCTFP retreat, if everyone in the RG community and beyond in our networks could fully take on the task of the responsibilities we have access to...we could help shift things in a major, major way. this community has so much potential, and i really saw us grappling with it at the retreat. and that felt pretty neat.

xo.

re-educate the holiday

Howard Zinn's "A People's History of the United States"

xo.

Check it out!

Flipping the Script on Poverty-- POOR Magazine's welfareQueens, by Jess Hoffmann

The Bay Area-based welfareQueens, a project of the POOR News Network, are fighting back against a system that dehumanizes poor mothers—with poetry, theater, and any other media tool they can access. welfareQueens began in a kitchen in San Francisco’s Mission District when a group of poor women who knew each other from anti-poverty organizing gathered around a table to share their personal stories....[read more]

i heart middle aged activists

i swear i'll write more on this soon. but i just had to say: working with this collection of 40-80-something activists via the telephone, most of whom i've never met, has actually been an awesome and energizing experience. i'm learning that i have a lot to learn-- and also that i have a lot to offer!

something more brilliant soon, i promise....

xo.

teaser of more interesting things to come

i really want to post about this new social justice fund in northampton that i'm excited about, called the markham-nathan fund for social justice. a family friend- who i respect and admire tremendously- is starting it and i have been involved in the preliminary planning meetings. things i want to think/write/talk more about include:

- age dynamics: paternalism and how sometimes its annoying, and sometimes it helps to have someone else (older) advocating for your voice; feeling young and thus obviously inexperienced AND simultaneously feeling young and thus obviously way more knowledgeable than older folks

- cycles of money-moving and the definition of social justice: frustration with people who are founding a supposedly social justice fund assuming that it's reasonable to write an 8-page grant report with a detail profit & loss statement and budget for a $3,000 grant. aren't we trying to move AWAY from oppressive philanthropy?!

- [tangent from above] how indoctrinated we all are with How Things Are that we have a hard time even envisioning How Things Could Be

- how no one necessarily has any idea what they're doing so creating new things- together, collectively- can be so exciting and powerful. and also dangerous and scary.

more later!! xoxo

re-inspire office work

i always crash by 5pm. when i'm not in an office setting i'm inclined to half-assedly read the NY times online, or watch television that i don't really like. if i were a nap-taker it would be my nap time.

when i'm in an office, it is especially difficult. i often combat it by setting out concrete tasks to do at that time so i don't aimlessly fall into "checking email" or otherwise pittle away my time.

but it also makes me contemplative, even philosophical. lately i've been feeling rather removed from the world, in general but in my work i feel it the most intensely. sometimes i lose sight of how sitting in front of a compter for 40 hours a week has anything to do with social justice. i mean, they tell me i'm young, in the prime of life with the world at my fingertips and i'm... looking at budget spreadsheets and databases?

help me remind myself of the bigger picture: without budget lines we wouldn't know what we're spending or what we need to spend to put on our programs, to visit our chapters, to print our books or pay for these dang computers. and without databases we wouldn't know who to reach out to with said progams, chapters, books. right?

and to boot, the specificity of what we do as an organization warrants tactics such as email and phone...lots of young wealthy people are all about technology. and are super mobile, spread out all across the country/world. AND we have to interface with lots of folks from the Old School of Wealth who require things like excel spreadsheets and formal letters and conference attendence. hell, RG makes attending Old School of Wealth conferences part of a social justice agenda! and that's rad.

ok, i'm feeling a bit better now. still far away from reality, though, or at least reality of other human beings in this work besides the 6 amazing folks i work with. reading other people's blogs and getting updates via email are great, but i think what it comes down to is i'm feeling a void of Human Contact. and this all ties into my voluminous work, aka the previous post, on community....

and all of this is why i'm so pumped to get involved with a small social justice fund my mom's friend is co-founding in northampton! more on that later, but it feels...juicy and dirty and hard. and i'm ready for that.

Moving home; community

This is a journal entry/rambling essay i wrote after the POOR revolutionary giving session in june. it is also posted here. take a peek...

6/22/09: HOME

On the first morning of the session several POOR Scholars spoke about home, family, community; leaving, staying, the privilege wrapped up in it all. I latched onto that theme and it stayed with me through the rest of the weekend- and clearly beyond.

I've always known it is a privilege to be able to leave “home,” and that it is part of a larger, constructed trajectory that includes actively separating myself from where I was raised, my parents, my immediate family, as part of a "successful" growth process. But lately I've really been sitting with just how much of a privilege it was for me to be able to leave, to have the opportunity to be individualistic- in a very "little girl makes her own way in the big world" kind of way. Some of that was awesome- college, living on my own at age 18 in grand New York City, getting to resettle here- or anywhere I wanted, for that matter- after I graduated. Not only could I leave my parents and younger sister behind, but I fully knew that they would be taken care of, that they would not only care for themselves but would actually continue to support me in explicit and implicit ways, even from afar.

None of this do I out-and-out regret; like with many privileges there also come opportunities I wish everyone had, opportunities that even many "privileged" people don't have, like being able to reflect on this home as a place of unconditional love and safety. But precisely because this home was such a place of love and safety, I'm starting to realize a huge loss in "building my own life" as separate from where the majority of my lived experience has been. What I'm beginning to discover are these losses, and just how exciting it feels to think about regaining part of what I've lost.

Some weighty realizations have been clues that I'm feeling a loss of home and community. Whenever anyone asks about my home, neighborhood, or community, my first thought is not where I currently live, Brooklyn, but the place I grew up. I’ve known since I moved to New York City last year that it wasn’t where I wanted to settle forever, but it's fascinating to me to unpack how far that's penetrated— I wasn’t consciously aware before of just how deeply I feel that Northampton is my home, and certainly hadn’t recognized how that emotional affiliation could really affect how I choose to spend my energy and think about my organizing. We spent a lot of time at the POOR session discussing relationship-building, and also the centrality of the literal space we inhabit; how each goal and need and struggle is totally unique to the time, space, and place in which it's enmeshed, and the ability to meet that goal and engage in that struggle is contingent on truly authentic and interdependent relationships. So I was forced to ask myself, how am I engaged (or not) in needs and struggles surrounding me, if I don’t consider them part of my home or my community? And how am I building (or not) real relationships with folks literally nearby if I don’t feel in my gut that my roots belong here? And, most of all, how am I copping out, by allowing myself to opt out of any given neighborhood meeting, local election, protest, block party, neighborly conversation, etc. on the basis that the place I’m in currently isn’t really where I want to end up and so do not need to invest? Of course this is all in the context of a much larger picture of displacement, gentrification, etc., and shows how my physically being here (in Brooklyn) without really emotionally being here is feeding that cycle. And there's the proof that displacement and the whole dang system we've got going that robs land and resources really does hurt everyone- as an owning/ruling/displacing-class person, that trajectory is beginning to bite me in the ass in the form of community-less-ness.

Hand in hand with this I recognize the ability to be able to return home (to Northampton) is equally as privileged and complicated as the privilege to leave in the first place. Many folks who are very much like me in appearance and politics simply cannot return to a place they called home for any number of reasons. It can be violent, unsafe, hostile, or just downright unpleasant for folks' emotional, mental, and physical well-being. But I don't have such complicated history. I am lucky enough to come from a home that I love very much, that is nurturing and supportive of (most of) my choices, and that is somewhere that does not negatively affect my personal, emotional, mental, or physical health. Having somewhere I can definitively call "home" to begin with is a huge opportunity and privilege in its own right, let alone the option to return to it...the consistency, security, and structure (literal and metaphorical) of such a situation is something I totally take for granted. Some folks have no other choice but to stay, whether or not they care to continue living in such immediate and often co-dependent circumstances with their given family members; others have no other choice but to leave. The opportunity to return to a place that feels healthy, safe, and loving is something to be prized. I’m left wondering, what would it mean for me to return home? I’ve been indoctrinated with the idea that living with your parents is indicative of failure, immaturity, over-reliance, or just plain uncool. But really, why the hell is that?

I get excited thinking about all the things I could do if I moved back in with my parents- a new way for me to think about leveraging my privilege! There are no people I can imagine being able to live more collectively with, in terms of basic resource-sharing. Even if I did pay them rent, split utilities or grocery costs, the difference between that and my $900+ a month for rent and bills in Brooklyn is staggering. How much freer my funds would feel; and what a better usage of literal space and habitat- it's not like anyone else would be living in my bedroom in my folks' house if not me. No doubt gentrification and displacement are giant, complicated matters, but simply put: if I'm not committed in my gut, then taking a step back from this place that is gentrifying so rapidly and intensely could be a tiny iota of the part I can play in affecting change. There's no doubt that my family contributed to the "revitalization" and "upgrading" (aka, gentrification and displacement of other peoples) in Northampton over the past decades. But whether i like it or not, my personal history and knowledge are rooted there, including concrete things like a house- that someday will be in my name- with a door already designated "Jessie's Room." If I feel good about committing to that space, why move elsewhere and gentrify anew; if i have the option, why not save on rent, save on space, share my mom's garden, cook my dad dinner? Not to mention capitalizing on more explicit privileges, like how my father is a city councilor and buddies with the mayor, or my mom sits on the board of several local organizations. If i actually knew the hot-button issues, if they were part of my town and my day-to-day, I think i could really help to challenge political decisions- something that for the very first time feels exciting to me. I hear first-hand about zoning laws that would limit who can ask for money on certain parts of the sidewalk; controversy over where to haul our trash; the complications around re-building public housing units. Influencing those at the table from behind the scenes- which is exactly the privilege I carry- could hopefully help to shake up the white liberal status quo. And because of personal safety nets and privileges, I feel like I would have the courage to push back in a way I often don't in other places.

I get really jazzed think about all the new ways I could get to know my hometown if I returned. I'm trying to push myself to give more credit to my emotional and visceral and spiritual needs, something the WASP in me has often shortchanged. It's kinda no surprise I’ve fought this fundamental feeling of Northampton being my home for so long, and yet I’m still surprised at my own profound excitement and comfort when I think about returning. I think about all the knowledge I have of the town, the layout, the space, the history. Even at 23 years young I've seen it change, seen the large and small battles that are fought-- between elite colleges and working class residents, middle-class teenagers and war vets living on the street, newly wed lesbians and anti-marriage queers. I also realize how much I have to learn about all that goes on that I’ve been totally sheltered from. The excitement and potential in recognizing that is really, really powerful to me. I always talk about the importance of organizing my own communities, in the places I know the ins and outs of. And particularly as someone with class, race and educational privilege, my access to those community ties is an especially strategic and useful way of broadening and strengthening social justice work. It is empowering to think that I am truly organizing folks from similar backgrounds, in a place I call home, and i feel it rising in my chest as I think about the possibilities in returning.

I've also been thinking about all the positive side effects if moving back home felt viable for the long term. My mother literally said it would be a "dream come true" if I moved back to Northampton-- what I hear in that is not only joy but also comfort and stability in knowing that I, physically, would be sticking around as my folks aged. when I proposed the bold wealth redistribution plan I cooked up a few months ago, their primary concerns were about family- and self-care, and all the "what if's" and "just in cases" that go along with the individualistic social culture of capitalism in general and our particular upper-class community in particular. But I imagine that moving back in with or near my parents would alleviate a lot of these fears of (in)security and (lack of) support systems, allowing for more and radical options in my redistribution of wealth. I truly think that the security of my physical presence would comfort their concern about our individual and collective well-being and long-term ability to thrive.

Phew! There's some of what I've been mulling over these past many weeks. These are all thoughts in progress, and I don't know how they will actually play out over the coming years. Would I actually move back in with my parents? Would I actually like it? Am I totally romanticizing these opportunities, or inventing cool enclaves of radical organizing in Northampton that actually don't exist? As much as all of what I've been thinking about excites me, I am also envious of other folks I know who thrive in chosen families, who have done the hard work of building community for themselves in NYC and elsewhere. Am I just running away from putting down new roots? I honestly don't know. But I'm excited to keep thinking on this, and having conversations about it, and discovering in what ways this resonates, provokes, excites, bores, or otherwise affects the personal politics of resisting capitalism.