Posts Tagged ‘Activism’

*In response to Saturday’s (I’m a day early) Stream of Consciousness  prompt hosted by Linda over on LindaGHill
http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/03/28/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-2914/

Topic: Write or right in any of it’s definitions.

The right to write immediately forms in my head.  Writing used to be my religion. As word lovers and crafters, we just want the freedom to express , no matter the venue.

In highschool, i was part co-founder of a Creative Writing group. I’ve always been more of prose writer, diary style. I did write poetry as well. I wrote alot of slam poetry( better known as spoken word).  In highschool, it was a blast. We had amazing teachers and an awesome diverse club.

Until the principle censored two poems that were going to be published in the literary magazine.

I never forget that day. The tears of my friends. Grown adults insulting the creative work of teenagers calling it smut. And I’ll never forget our mentors pulling us off school grounds and taking us to a dinner and sliding a phone number across the table.

The phone number for the New York Civil Liberties Union.

My peers and I received help for NYCLU who promptly contacted out school. We published the censor poems in a booklet and handed them out, just outside legal grounds of the school.

I wish I could say we made a real change in the school. But, it was weeks from graduation ( it was our senior year) and all that we really accomplished was the administration caving a bit and humoring us until we were out the door.  We did stand up for ourselves, for that I’ll always be proud, and we did inspire the creative writing members we left behind. Our writings are left behind too.

As I grow older, i know understand freedom of speech is such a double edged sword. Just as fierce as our young selves fought to have poems published in print, just as fiercely others fight to have their propaganda and hate printed and spread.  Even if it’s harmless, like religious pushers.

I had a lady run frantically through a crowded mall to thrust an unwanted flyer in my hand….and then run off without saying a word to me. I looked at the flyer and it said ” God’s path to Salvation from sin”

I snickered.

Guess i look a sinner.

We all just want to express ourselves. If i want to publish meaningless words, I have the right too. But then I have to stand back and let others do the same, even if it’s against my beliefs.  Even if it’s harmful and full of hatred.

The right to write. I wish it was just one sided, all the indie writers finally coming to light. But, with a door open it allows entry to anyone. We cannot be a hypocrite and pick and choose who walks through that door.

The only thing we CAN choose is how to react, or better yet, not react when we come across something different from our point of view.

 

forpeace6If you are unfamiliar with Bloggers for Peace via B4Peace  posts please click here to read about the movement started by Kozo.

February’s B4Peace Post was inspired by the Superbowl. Well, advertising during the Superbowl. To have your ad during half time show, or hell anytime during the performance , is a chance to reach a vast and diverse crowd.

Kozo is daring to dream next year, B4Peace can have a super bowl ad. So, for February’s B4peace Post we are asking for you to put on your thinking caps. Come up with a your version of a peace ad. Could be a song, a video, a slogan, a picture- anything you consider promoting peace. Maybe, just maybe, we can come up with this generation’s version of John Lennon’s Imagine.

So I was contemplating what I can do to contribute to this month’s peace post. What advertisement idea can I come up with? So, i sat thinking about Peace. What peaces means to me. I spent days thinking about this. I plowed through the web and even made a “Faith” board on pin interest with stories of good deeds restoring people’s faith in humanity. I watched hours of animal rescues videos. Finally, it hit me. Peace is just a board and maybe even vague concept. It means something different for every single person.  For me,  Peace is goodness. Peace is actions. Peace is caring. Peace is compassion.  Peace is not only believing but living your life with care and concern for others beside yourself. I believe Peace is the little steps, baby steps even, we take daily to be better to ourselves, others and the planet.

With that said, my contribute this month is simple. Pick Your Peace.

That’s my slogan. My new motto.

Everyone is different. With different intentions and goals. But, that can be an amazing thing. One person can pick their peace by helping others. Another can pick their peace by helping animals. Yet another can pick their peace by helping the environment . They’re so many ways of doing good. Honestly not one sole person is capable of doing everything nor should they. We can do little good with one foot in one door and the other foot in another door. Or running across the hall to different rooms. Instead, we should  Pick Our Peace. Stand firmly and confidently and completely invested inside ONE door. We have to focus on our intentions and goals and utilize our individual talents to make those goals happen. We all have the same purpose, the same heart. It just takes different forms. And that’s a beautiful thing. If each of us stops trying to trample each other for the same thing, we can each purse the same goal with different routes and with the best way you know how…with where your passions lay. Then we can all meet at the finish line for  a group hug.

Be YOUR own leader. Pick YOUR own Peace.

A sole flower is beautiful. But, whats ever more beautiful is lush colors and smells complimenting each other in a bouquet . Together, as individuals, we can work to a common goal in which we end up all surrounded by wonderful, colorful, beautiful beings.  SO, Pick Your Peace and let’s set off on an adventure. I’ll meet you at the finish line.

This is a copy and pasted paper I did for  class, Urban Sociology . Since I did write this for a college course I ask this not be copied and pasted ,reused or edited at all. Please do not re-purpose this for any of your college school work. I do not condone plagiarism. If you are reading this, i did not edit the typos and misspellings( i wasn’t a believer in proofreading as a student it seems LOL). But, this was one of my favorite reflection pieces for this course. Hope you enjoy!

“If I turn traitor to the cause I now pledge, may this hand wither from the arm I now raise”
– Yiddish Oath

 

 

 

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Brider un shvester fun arbet un neyt
Ale vus zaynen tsezeyt un tseshpreyt,
Tsuzamen, tsuzamen, di fon iz greyt,
Zi flatert fun tsorn, fun blut iz zi reyt!
A shvue, a shvue, af lebn un teyt.

Himl un erd veln undz oyshern
Eydes veln zayn di likhtike shtern
A shvue fun blut un a shvue fun trern,
Mir shvern, mir shvern, mir shvern!

Mir shvern a trayhayt on grenetsn tsum bund.
Nor er ken di shklafn bafrayen atsind.
Di fon di reyte iz heykh un breyt.
Zi flatert fun tsorn, fun blut iz zi reyt!
A shvue, a shvue, af lebn un teyt.

The Oath

Brothers and sisters in toil and struggle
All who are dispersed far and wide
Come together, the flag is ready
It waves in anger, it is red with blood!
Swear an oath of life and death!

Heaven and earth will hear us,
The light stars will bear witness.
An oath of blood, an oath of tears,
We swear, we swear, we swear!

We swear an endless loyalty to the Bund.
Only it can free the slaves now.
The red flag is high and wide.
It waves in anger, it is red with blood!
Swear an oath of life and death!

“Third time is a charm” says the cliché and it certainly is with my third time visiting the Tenement Museum on Orchard Street. This visit opened my eyes and gave me a profound understanding of social issues and public attitude in the 19th century. It also put into perspective the radical changes that have occurred since and also exemplifies the remnants of generations before us.  What particularly drew my attention was a fascination women name Clara Lemliech.

 
Tenement buildings typical held 3 families that were unrelated whom all shared one common interest- garment working. The Civil War in 1863 jump started the garment business.  Those living in tenement buildings typically have a dual purpose for the apartment- living and working.  As you can imagine, the tenement buildings were severely crowded to the point where people will sleep in shifts. The specific tenement apartment we visited housed 14 people whom all slept in shifts. The doors were always left unlocked and mostly ajar because there was always a free flow of people moving about.

 
As a result in working in such cramped small conditions one could develop the “black lung” which causes a lot of spitting. The spittoon was invented around this to prevent spitting on the garments and the spread of diseases.  Upon looking and listening to the daily routine of the garment workers, our tour guide asked us if we thought this was a sweat shop.  Some people promptly responded yes, however, I responded no because I felt sweat shops were in more strenuous and horrendous condition especially in the late 19 century.  Not that I believe working in a garment industry out of a tenement building is a walk in the park, but considering the time period and conditions it would seem that working in a tenement building would equate to what we know today as a mom and pop store or neighborhood store. Businesses that are privately owned not mass production or corporately owned.  However, in 1890 there were no labor laws.
It wasn’t until 1901 the Tenement House Act declared for health reasons there needed to be a separation of work and home. If one wanted to keep working in their apartment one must have a permit.  Also, a fire door and a window must be installed in each apartment.

 
During this time frame we learned there weren’t adequate health conditions in the work field and the home field.  New immigrants suffered greatly in overcrowding. Also, they relished the public sphere because it was a place to get away from the crowdedness of work and home life.  From my visit to the tenement museum I learned of fundamental social reform such and unionization and health inspections and other safety regulations like fire escape. This generation revolutionized conditions that we benefit from today. People like Clara Lemlich contributed to our existence today.
Clara Lemlich was a revolutionary of her time. In 1940 Clara led the “uprising of 20,000”.  In attending a community hearing she approached the microphone and stated “I want to say a few words.  I have listened to all of the speakers. I have no further patience for talk, as I am one of those who feel and suffer from the things pictured. I move that we go on a general strike.”  After about five minutes of the crowded erupting enthusiastically,  they all raised the right hands and pledged the old traditional Yiddish Oath  “If I turn traitor to the cause I now pledge, may this hand wither from the arm I now raise” and voted for a general strike.  While protesting, Clara was jumped and beaten badly suffering from several broken ribs. However, she persevered and marched on. It is reckoned that the “Uprising of 20,000” lasted 14 weeks and was the longest protest in history.  Being an activist and former women studies major I questioned the tour guide how come I’ve never heard about this before. He said because Clara Lemlich was later blacklisted from the garment industry union for having ties to communism. Upon research, that theory is true. However, her revolutionary work did not stop. Clara dabbled in all kinds of movements even part taking in the Women’s Suffrage Movement.  Even until her dying day Clara fought to organize. In her residency at a nursing home she prompted the management to join in boycotting grapes and lettuces with the United Farm Workers and prodded the workers there to organize and unionize.

 
I feel immigrants in the late 19 century had terrible living and social conditions. However, they worked long and hard for improvements. New immigrants today, although they do not have it easy, have a significant advancement in conditions in which they live and work. I know many undocumented workers who do live in cramped conditions and work long hours and are underpaid.  However, I know a specific person who graduated from college with a degree and cannot find a job with their degree because they are undocumented.  I feel that is the only advantage immigrants had in the late 19 century- everyone was undocumented to a certain extended and can come to this country and start a business. However, now with immigration and illegalization not everyone can come to this country and make something for themselves. True conditions are way better however the opportunity is less available.

This is my contribution to the Bloggers For Peace Challenge initiated by Kozo for the Month of January.
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Bloggers for Peace is campaign to spread awareness and ultimately peace. Let’s make Peace Viral. You can click any of the two links above to read more about this viral campaign and join the movement. My quick synopsis for you, once a month post a blog entry solely dedicated to Peace. It can be anything, songs, stories, art, political issues…anything you wish. Tag your post B4Peace and add active pingbacks to that monthly challenge post. Also, to help spread awareness include someone’s else peace post inside your own. As the movement grows, we hope to eventually see a peace post everyday. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing?

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I’ve been antsy about this Peace Post. I struggled with what to write about. I was indecisive. I wanted to write this profound and sophisticated analytical post full with resources and information.

This isn’t that post.

I decided to start simple, start at the core.

Start with myself.

Yourself.

I truly believe Peace starts from within ourselves. Once we find peace without ourselves, only than can we go out into the world and share peace with others. Yes, I believe it can be that simple. If we each focus on ourselves, strive to be better individuals we can then go out into the world and affect our friends and loved ones…and even complete strangers.

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But, we cannot endorse positivity when we are full of negativity. We need to find our peace first. Once you do, we can than inspire others. Be kind to yourself. Then be kind to others.

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Paying it forward should be second nature. However, in today’s world, sadly it is not. We should strive to treat others kindly. It is not our place to horde judgement onto other people. Just because someone may look, and even act, a certain way doesn’t mean they do not need nor deserve our kindness. Give kindness a chance even in the unlikely of places. Being kind isn’t always easy. Sometimes, it takes great courage to be kind. We need to be strong. Everyone deserves to feel the effects of being treated with peace and acceptance. No one deserves to be outcast-ed and neglected. For this month, I urge you all to be kind to yourself and then pay it forward and be kind to others, even its not easy.

I know it may not be easy to extend a hand to strangers. I’m not telling you to go up to random people and offer extreme grand gestures. No. It can be a simple smile. Offer your subway seat to someone who has alot of bags. Hold the door open for the person behind you. Say good morning.

I would like to preset to you an organization that I have longed admired..The Free Hugs Campaign.

Free hugs

It’s a beautiful campaign. Sometimes all it takes is a hug to better a person’s day. With this campaign, the walls are brought down and complete strangers come together to offer the best thing we have to offer another person, human compassion.

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Yes, a little ol’ hug. A hug can go a very long way and you never know how much comfort and reassurance is engrossed within that embrace.

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I believe human compassion is a step in the right direction, in peace. We often want change in the world, a answer or stop to all the pain and suffering in the world. We may not have the power and ability to reach and halt the world’s pain. But we most definitely have the power to help individuals we know and encounter. A hug can go a long way.

So that’s my two cents folks. Be kind. Extend a helping hand. Embrace and console a friend. Be there for someone, even if it’s not easy. If we can share human compassion with others, then maybe, just maybe, that person will pay it forward as well, feel inspired to be there for someone as you were there for them. Like dominoes falling over, we can spread peace and love and compassion until it takes off like wild fire.

We’ll that’s my dream anyway.
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I would like to end this post with shinning a spot light on a fellow Blogger for Peace. Please click here to see’s EJ’s Peace Post. Thank you!

One of my New Year Resolutions is become active again, volunteer, protest, donate …whatever way I can. Be involved more. Earlier today I found Bloggers for Peace which started a chat with Cheri over on Cheri’s Speak and she has left me feeling all nostalgic for my activist days. Alot of photos are in photo albums buried in my closet but even more are lost and remain only in my memories because of computers that crashed ( this was before I knew about portable hard drives and backing up your stuff). SO, i just spent 20 minutes hacking into my MySpace account. Yes, i said MySpace. I knew it had precious few gems captured from my activist days.

To be fair, these are all OLD pictures I have taken myself or friends taken of me with my camera. I do look different now too. But, my heart is the same. In no particular order here are a few protests and rallys out of the many I attended.

My political disclaimer. Though i don’t often write about my political views, I have many. But what it boils too is I believe in love and i believe in peace. I believing in conducting yourself with manners and respect and treating others the way you want to be treated. It can be as simple as that. I respect your views. You don’t have to respect mine but be nice to my followers if they choose to comment and you disagree with them. With me? I can handle your ignorance debate 🙂

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2006 , me in Central Park NYC for the Aids Walk

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May Day March , for illegal immigrant rights and workers rights.

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I respect our officers of the law. But this image captured an erupt stop of the m.arch. Police for seemingly no reason bum rushed a guy playing the drums and arrested him. Simply because he was loud and inspiring to all of us in the march. We all stopped and chanted for him to be un-cuffed. They ended up walking the guy off somewhere and we were forced to continue on or mass arrests would be made. Being this was a march for illegal immigrants many were terrified of being arrested and moved along.

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Nearing the end of the march, across the BK Bridge.

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captin america

I love this guy! Several events and protests and parades you can find him lurking from the window panes cheering us on.

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This was a rally for awareness about genocide, for Darfur. It was one of the peacefullest events I ever attended with alot of music and speakers. Location is the lawn in Central Park.

darngoodliar

I still have that poster on my wall “darn good liar”

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This was a demonstration my peers and I put on. I cant recall exactly what it was but yeah, we’re on the floor and the point being left for dead by our government.

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Tiny pic i know , camera phone picture. I still have this poster as well. This was small protest outside of the UN for workers rights.

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From May Day as well, signed touched my heart so much!

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I believe this was a anti-war rally in Union Square.

 

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One of the best march/protests I have attended. Was leading a group in chants and handing out stickers and posters. Was with a group called World Can’t Wait. My shirt says “Stop Wars” I have a belt that says PEACE and I’m covered in stickers ( even more so later in the day but cant find a picture of it). I lost my voice that day. I still have a poster with various flyers and stickers on it in my room. This was an all inclusive march for protesting war and protesting Bush.