Gather Yourselves!Posted: October 17, 2011 | |
Standing on a corner this morning, in front of a Catholic School, waiting for a bus, I happened to find myself smack in the middle of a fire drill. The students, dressed smartly in their school uniforms, marched out in pairs, in an orderly line. “No talking,” barked the dean.
The students, who were predominantly dark skinned, walked like beaten down prisoners. Most had their heads bowed, like there was an invisible whip upon their backs. There was a look of embarrassment to have to take part in such an exercise. But they bore it out in silence.
“No talking, Tyrell!” She called the boy over.
“Whatcha doin’ over there. I told you no talking. And what is with that shirt hanging out and them baggy pants. I will not have no droopy pants in my school! You are embarrassing me, TYRELL!”
The boy seemed partially defiant, partially compliant. He tried to hide the smirk on his face. I thought to myself that that would be the kid I was interested in. The one who has still not submitted. The one who has still not given in. How do we save this boy. The rest of the gang was obedient, at least physically.
When I see these scenes in schools and school yards, I often wonder what good the educators believe they are doing for the world. What I am witnessing are unique individuals, beaten down, crushed, and forced to comply. When you see these same children after school, on a bus or in a mall, all that repressed energy comes flying out in a chaotic and insane manner. You watch them getting sugared up, chomping on fast food, and tossing Dorito bags into the street. The energy is uncontrollable, and without direction. They have been divided from what good behavior is as opposed to what a good self view would be. How to be human and willing to learn is not even a thought. The curiosity is lost, and therefore, they seem lost to us.
This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.
My view of that dean was that I was looking at a very efficient military sergeant. Keeping the troops in order. If one gets out of line, it is a threat to her authority. It disrupts order. She must crush that spark of defiance. Kill the creative edge.
America has been a place where the Lone Wolf is what is called for. Every man for himself. Take what you want without consequence. But the Hopi elders are giving us fair warning. “Let go of the shore.” Let go of what is known. Let go of the old way of doing things. Come together. Become a community again. And let us stop beating each other up for being different from one another.
Catholic school appears to be the ultimate in conformity. How can we re-form a messed up planet when schools are killing the spirit of those we need the most?
Below is a video that has been making the rounds. It is the voice of our youth, who have been occupying Wall Street on our behalf for the better part of 4 weeks. There is no end in sight. The movement is growing worldwide. It is, as this pundit says, not going to end any time soon. The giants of industry will not give up their stolen paradise or their gold plated toilet seats. The diseased structure will have to come down brick by brick
An economist professor who is also a good friend has always extolled that capitalism was in its’ inception, unequal, and therefore doomed to fail. He may have been quoting Marx, but by the looks of the news that is coming out daily, it looks like prophecy. Today I watched a woman swarmed and arrested by police for closing her Citibank account. It seems the giants are getting nervous.
The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves!
Banish the word ‘struggle’ from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. —Hopi Elders
There is always sun behind the clouds. But I will quote a fortune cookie that after 25 years, is still glued to my drawing desk lamp: Great storm came. Mighty bird a flying. Sun breaks through.
They don’t write them like that anymore.