We, the willing practitioners of transformative social change, are the only ones who can shift the paradigm. We are the moral & inspirational frontline of America. Like no other movement before us, we span the globe, defy description, and transcend all boundaries: some of us wealthy in cash, some in culture, we are cross-class and transgendered, Caucasian and Cablinasian, neo-social and hyper-spiritual, we bow at the altar of Authenticity.
Together we are the Jedis of Justice. We are The Ones that We have Been Waiting for to illuminate the Matrix and reveal the passage out of Babylon. We are the Agents of Transformative Social Change. X-Agents for short. (Yea, I know, but X-Men was already taken and it’s chauvinist anyway…)
Just three days after the New York Post’s brazenly racist cartoon managed to slip past all editorial checkpoints to subtly (or grossly) depict the nation’s first Black president as a rabid chimp gunned down by NY’s finest, the online Opinion section of NYTimes ran an article on race.
Negotiating relationships of any kind–with God, Country, or Lover–is a temperamental and intensely personal affair. I admit I don’t feel left out of those nasty divorces in which the state gets to have a say in who gets to keep everything from the cars to couches to kids.
“…we are embarking upon a new year, a new era, and a strange, new hopefulness that real people, tired of being polarized by fear, hate, and separation, can organize for hope, progress, and change. And together, our collective will can make a difference.”
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It’s in this fire, truth, and love…the truth that can only spring forth out of love. We think we get clever and we speak the truth. There is no truth if it does not come out of love. None. The only truth there is must necessarily come out of love. Not squishy appeasement, not fuzzy feel-goodness, not progressive-perkiness. Rooted, heartful, open, exposed, devastating, precise, unpredictable, messy, messy love.
“We are desperate to have the answers to every question, to always know what to do and how to respond. It is obvious that there is so much that we don’t, but what we do know is that the way it has been done is not working…You have permission to not know.”
– from “Courage to Be Human” Angel Kyodo Williams
We have all heard the radio, watching the television with our mouths gaping in disbelief, our hearts wrenching in despair. We have heard talk of resolve and determination. Plans for justice and retaliation. Unanswerable questions are being asked and unimaginable events being lived.
The sun had not disappeared from the sky forever, there was no nuclear mushroom cloud outside my window yet I was weighed down and weary as if I'd put more than a few down last night. As I tried to re-orient myself, the phrase I'd tried to put away for the last two weeks came back to me again…”Today Is A Good Day To Die.”