Showing posts with label unity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unity. Show all posts

Friday, April 04, 2014

Anniversary of Dr. King's terrible death

Alone or One?

No individual can live alone, no nation can live alone, and anyone who feels that he can live alone is sleeping through a revolution. The world in which we live is geographically one. The challenge that we face today is to make it one in terms of brotherhood…. Through our scientific and technological genius, we have made of this world a neighborhood, and yet we have not had the ethical commitment to make of it a brotherhood. But somehow, and in some way, we have got to do this.



Saturday, August 06, 2011

Cowboys and Aliens--a parable?

The just-released movie, Cowboys and Aliens presents the most fanciful, unlikely storyline imaginable. 

Here's how the entertainment website, Monsters and Critics sees the new film: 

The Old West.. where a lone cowboy, Jake Lonergan (Daniel Craig) leads an uprising against a terror from beyond our world. 1873. Arizona Territory. A stranger with no memory of his past stumbles into the hard desert town of Absolution. The only hint to his history is a mysterious shackle that encircles one wrist. What he discovers is that the people of Absolution don't welcome strangers, and nobody makes a move on its streets unless ordered to do so by the iron-fisted Colonel Dolarhyde (Harrison Ford). It's a town that lives in fear.

But Absolution is about to experience fear it can scarcely comprehend as the desolate city is attacked by marauders from the sky. Screaming down with breathtaking velocity and blinding lights to abduct the helpless one by one, these monsters challenge everything the residents have ever known. Now, the stranger they rejected is their only hope for salvation.

As this gunslinger slowly starts to remember who he is and where he's been, he realizes he holds a secret that could give the town a fighting chance against the alien force. With the help of the elusive traveler Ella (Olivia Wilde), he pulls together a posse comprised of former opponents-townsfolk, Dolarhyde and his boys, outlaws and Apache warriors-all in danger of annihilation. United against a common enemy, they will prepare for an epic showdown for survival.

I saw and enjoyed the movie.  I know, I know.  Call me superficial and prone to the enjoyment of a thriller of an action flick--boy, I can tell you this guy Jake Lonergan knows how to handle an opponent!  Tough, fast, direct and endlessly! 

But, in reflecting on this really weird film, a strange realization caused me to think more deeply about the plot. 

The monsters from another galaxy/world show up with a two-dimensional mission.  One is to study earthlings to discover their weaknesses so that attacks can be more efficient and effective.  More important to the invaders is gold.  That's right.  They love gold.  They came to get gold.  They set up an elaborate station for extracting gold from the ground outside the town. 

As I watched the locals respond to the challenge presented by their horrible guests and as I observed the aliens' gold mining operations, the realization of my possibly being in the midst of a parable of sorts hit me. 

I mean, the folks from earth who battle the outside menace aren't exactly prepared for the challenge.  Beyond their obvious technological and physical disadvantages, they lack any sense of community.  To say the least they are completely divided, hopelessly, hatefully divided.

Presented with the threat of certain death, they get their collective act together right before viewers' eyes! 

The newly formed community's mission?  To unite to destroy their enemies before they are destroyed. 

Not exactly the highest of motives, or is it? 

People, previously divided now coming together to overcome old differences for the sake of embracing a higher, common concern:  that is always right and usually produces magical results.  And, it's important to note, the hero of the story is a tough, no nonsense "community organizer," to use contemporary vocabulary. 

Watching the "invasion" of the gold mining operation that doubles as an escape ship equipped with giant propulsion rockets and all, I came face-to-face with the all too common lure of gold (wealth) and the power of greed. 

I left the movie satisfied by an unusual story, but also convinced that greed contains the power to destroy.  Community presents the right antidote to the poisonous threat.

But then, maybe I've been working on the problems associated with poverty far too long.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Dallas Dinner Table 2009


Dallas Dinner Table is non-profit group devoted to developing specific settings during which people from all across our community can come together, share a meal and engage in honest conversations about race.

Lots of people talk about talking about race and racial issues. Dallas Dinner Table actually talks about race!
And, guess what?

You are invited to participate in the 2009 Dallas Dinner Table Event

When: Thursday March 19th at 6:00 p.m.

Where: Venues throughout the Dallas - Ft. Worth Metroplex.

We hope you will join us.

Registration is open until March 12th at http://www.dallasdinnertable.com/.

For those interested in volunteering as facilitators, please check the facilitator box on the registration form.

Sign up now!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

30 Things Out of 100 That Tarak Believes


Take the time to listen to 7-year-old Tarak McLain share 30 of 100 things that he believes right here.

The class assignment on the 100th day of school was to bring 100 of something to class. Kids brought all kinds of things. Little Tarak brought a list of 100 things that he believes.

NPR did a story as a part of its "This I Believe" feature.

I'm going to list the 30 things that he shared on the radio segment so you can read them. But the best way to take in the child's wisdom is to hear them in his own words at the link above.

Here is his list of 30 beliefs:

I believe life is good.

I believe God is in everything.

I believe we're all equal.

I believe we can help people.

I believe everyone is weird in their own way.

I believe hate is a cause for love.

I believe that when I meditate I feel peaceful.

I believe we should be generous.

I believe brothers and sisters should be kind to each other.

I believe kids should respect their parents.

I believe I should not whine.

I believe people should wake up early.

I believe people should go outside more.

I believe in nature.

I believe people should use less trees.

I believe we should help the Arctic and rain forest animals.

I believe people shouldn't throw litter on the ground.

I believe people should not smoke.

I believe God is in good and bad.

I believe in magic.

I believe people should not give up.

I believe love is everywhere.

I believe that God helps us to have a good time.

I believe we live best in a community.

I believe we can protect people in danger.

I believe we should help the poor.

I believe it's OK to die but not to kill.

I believe war should not have started.

I believe war should stop.

I believe we can make peace.

Pretty good basis for community development, I'd say. How about you?
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Friday, January 23, 2009

The good power of the streets. . .

Our work is about connecting people to one another to achieve a strength that none can possess alone.

Our work is about the creation of fellowship.

Our work is about faith.

Our work is about linkage with the Creator, it's about the Spirit, it's about redemption.

Our work is about ending isolation and its death.

Our work is about finding life, eternal life beginning today.

Our work is about a song.

Our work is about standing together.

Our work is about the recognition of the raw, human goodness that lurks everywhere we journey in the city that can be converted into powerful community.

Our work is about a song. Did I already mention that?

Hear it and celebrate.

Thanks, Mike for putting me onto this video. You can't know what it means to me.

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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Unity and the hopeless

Anyone thought of New Orleans lately? You remember, right? That city that blew away and then drowned?

You want to know the ugly truth?

Not much has happened there since the storm two years ago.

What is true of the city as a whole is even more evident among the poor--those hit hardest, both before and after the storm's arrival.

Anyone surprised?

Where is the national uprising for New Orleans? Where the outcry for a unified national response?

I kept hoping that the President would appoint a Czar for the rebuilding of the Crescent City.

It is not to be, I suppose, what with us on our way to spending a trillion dollars on a war half-way around the globe.

Duncan Murrell published an amazing essay in Harper's Magazine (July 2007, pages 35-51), "In the Year of the Storm," that chronicles his life in the city following the tragedy of Katrina.

Murrell's work is fascinating, inspirational and frightening all at once. Everyone who cares about New Orleans should read it. Murrell's insights are instructive about this one American city laboring under the burden of this particular natural disaster and the public neglect that preceded and followed it.

But there is more here. Murrell's insights speak to and about sections of every American urban community today.

Take for example what he writes as he describes a parade of local "marching societies," a New Orleans tradition:

"What's left is a second line, forming up in front of the church. Brass bands tune up, the old men of the social and pleasure clubs straighten themselves, and the rest fall in behind, shouting out to old friends and hugging the necks of family back for a time from Atlanta and Memphis. It's no ordinary second line, either, but a city-wide summit of neighborhood marching societies and brass bands parading for unity. Unity, that state of grace known by few yet expected of the hopeless."

It is true, you know.

We expect so much of the people who have the least.

We expect the poorest, those most pushed down and away and to the sides of our society to be untied in an unshakable hope that "things will work out alright eventually" or in the end. If they will only keep believing, keep trusting, keep praying, keep working hard and behaving properly, then just maybe things will turn around.

Ironically, and tragically, the poor aren't nearly united enough around the forces and the decisions that could actually birth legitimate hope, authentic renewal and a new day for the great urban areas of this nation. Something at work in the way power plays out in cities usually prevents any genuine "uniting" or organizing for effective, systemic change among the urban "have nots."

I know one thing. If and when this new brand of unity arrives, a city like New Orleans will not be neglected or ignored ever again.