Showing posts with label violent borders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label violent borders. Show all posts

Tuesday, 24 April 2018

After Six Long Years


I took this video on March 2, 2018 in Nogales, Mexico.

Just a month ago I was still reflecting on my days exploring the U.S. - Mexico Border.


I mentioned in this post that the first stop after we crossed the border from Nogales, Arizona and Nogales, Mexico (originally a unified city now divided by a wall) was a small shrine. I stood with my "Welcome the Stranger" group on the very corner where José Antonio Elena Rodriguez was killed by the U.S. Border Patrol.

I stood where he stood in Nogales, Mexico and squinted to see the space in the wall from which the agent Lonnie Swartz fired 16 rounds. Watch the video above for this perspective.

We held hands together and prayed for a verdict that would finally give José Antonio's family the justice they so craved and deserved. José Antonio was killed in 2012.

And today, Tuesday, April 24, 2018, the Arizona jury reached a verdict . Not guilty.
Unfortunately, this NPR article omits his first name of José from the article.


A cross sits where Jose Antonio died on a busy sidewalk in Nogales.


















Friday, 9 March 2018

Reflections on Service and Solidarity




One of my colleagues today asked me a question. "How has your transition back to regular life been?" At first I was taken aback. I mean, I was only gone for four nights and four days. It's not like I'd have reverse culture shock (which unlike reverse racism is a real thing) or something.

So I thought about her question and responded with the idea that somehow my trip to the border had turned out to be just what I needed. That sounds selfish doesn't it? But really, it was retreat-like in the way that I met so many wonderful people, including some of the most inspiring and powerful women ever. I never had to rush. My days were planned for me and all involved deep thought, intensive listening, and the chance to stand in solidarity with the act of service. If you know me, you know this is an environment in which I can thrive.

One of the most profound moments came in our final hours of reflection. As we sat in Eileen's living room in Tucson, one of our Welcome the Stranger members read Rachel Naomi Remen's essay entitled, "Helping, Fixing, or Serving." I don't think I could have picked a more perfect reading. It was so poignant to our experiences throughout our time in Tucson, Nogales, and Arivaca. And it was poignant to some other things happening in my life right now as well as I am working closely with a new immigrant mother and son in the Twin Cities. 

If I can focus most on standing in solidarity with others and serving along side them, I will be able to let go of my need to fix and help.

Remen says it best in this segment, "Serving requires us to know that our humanity is more powerful than our expertise. In forty-five years of chronic illness I have been helped by a great number of people, and fixed by a great many others who did not recognize my wholeness. All that fixing and helping left me wounded in some important and fundamental ways. Only service heals.
Service is not an experience of strength or expertise; service is an experience of mystery, surrender and awe. Helpers and fixers feel causal. Servers may experience from time to time a sense of being used by larger unknown forces. Those who serve have traded a sense of mastery for an experience of mystery, and in doing so have transformed their work and their lives into practice." 

As you may imagine, Remen's essay is connected closely to Mother Theresa's philosophy of service as well as principles of Buddhism and thoughts around ego.

My four days with our Welcome the Stranger delegation and Loretto Co-members were full of service and acts of solidarity.  In Nogales we washed dishes side by side with recently deported men and women. We shared meals with children in need. We listened intently and took notes. We asked questions. We walked in the desert and distributed humanitarian aid. We held candles and sang in a vigil for people for have lost their lives crossing from one country to the next. And we broke bread together. Okay, I actually gave up bread for Lent but you know what I mean. 


We did not try to find a solution or solve a problem that is out of our reach. 


And so when Kathy read the excerpt below from Rachel Naomi Remen's essay, all the pieces fell into place for me. Do you struggle with the need to fix or help? 

If you have a few minutes more, read on. 


Serving is Different From Helping and Fixing

--by Rachel Naomi Remen (Mar 18, 2013)


In recent years the question how can I help? has become meaningful to many people. But perhaps there is a deeper question we might consider. Perhaps the real question is not how can I help? but how can I serve?
Serving is different from helping. Helping is based on inequality; it is not a relationship between equals. When you help you use your own strength to help those of lesser strength. If I'm attentive to what's going on inside of me when I'm helping, I find that I'm always helping someone who's not as strong as I am, who is needier than I am. People feel this inequality. When we help we may inadvertently take away from people more than we could ever give them; we may diminish their self-esteem, their sense of worth, integrity and wholeness. When I help I am very aware of my own strength. But we don't serve with our strength, we serve with ourselves. We draw from all of our experiences. Our limitations serve, our wounds serve, even our darkness can serve. The wholeness in us serves the wholeness in others and the wholeness in life. The wholeness in you is the same as the wholeness in me. Service is a relationship between equals.
Helping incurs debt. When you help someone they owe you one. But serving, like healing, is mutual. There is no debt. I am as served as the person I am serving. When I help I have a feeling of satisfaction. When I serve I have a feeling of gratitude. These are very different things.
Serving is also different from fixing. When I fix a person I perceive them as broken, and their brokenness requires me to act. When I fix I do not see the wholeness in the other person or trust the integrity of the life in them. When I serve I see and trust that wholeness. It is what I am responding to and collaborating with.
There is distance between ourselves and whatever or whomever we are fixing. Fixing is a form of judgment. All judgment creates distance, a disconnection, an experience of difference. In fixing there is an inequality of expertise that can easily become a moral distance. We cannot serve at a distance. We can only serve that to which we are profoundly connected, that which we are willing to touch. This is Mother Teresa's basic message. We serve life not because it is broken but because it is holy.

--Rachel Naomi Remen, adapted from a transcript in the 
Noetic Sciences Review


Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D. is Associate Clinical Professor of Family and Community Medicine at U.C.S.F. Medical School and co-founder and medical director of the Commonweal Cancer Help Program. She is author of the bestseller, Kitchen Table Wisdom: Stories That Heal.
Helping, Fixing or Serving?, Rachel Naomi Remen, Shambhala Sun, September 1999. 


Thursday, 8 February 2018

Welcome the Stranger

“We can’t teach what we don’t know and we can’t lead where we can’t go.”
-Malcolm X


When I tell friends and family that I’m taking a border trip at the beginning of March, there are many responses… Taco Bell? Canada? Minnesota/Wisconsin? And most often it’s just, “WHY?”


The U.S. /Mexico border. This is not a trip that many have the opportunity to take unless they are fleeing one side or the other. This is not a trip that I should say I’m excited to go on and yet I am. I need to educate myself and then, hopefully, others about what I experience, learn and observe.

I will be traveling with 9 other people who are part of a group called ‘Welcome the Stranger’ to Nogales, Arizona and Nogales, Mexico. We will walk from one country to the other and back again. I believe we all have our own personal reasons for being a part of this trip. What weaves us together is our belief in that no matter where we are from, there's more that unites us than separates us.


We will be connecting with a group called the KINO Border Initiative whose vision is “human, just, workable migration between the U.S. and Mexico.” We will also be working with the Sisters of Loretto whose mission is “work for justice and act for peace because the Gospel urges us.” In connecting with these groups, we will work at El Comedor to serve people who are newly deported or possibly gaining nourishment before crossing. We will support No More Deaths by replenishing water stations in the desert. We will witness court proceedings around persons who have crossed into the United States illegally. We will connect with a women’s shelter and visit a sanctuary supporting church.


Maybe some of you reading this are still really stuck on this whole border thing... as something more than an imaginary line drawn through the earth once shared by indigenous peoples. I get stuck, too. I do. And so I seek out information, research and personal stories.

Luckily, one of my friends from Peace Corps-Bangladesh, Reece Jones, is a professor of Geography at the University of Hawai'i and recently released his second book, Violent Borders: Refugees and the right to move (now available on Amazon). This is one book that I plan to read this month in preparation for my trip. Although the research often surrounds what is happening with Syria right now, it also applies to borders worldwide. In it, Reece states, “Borders that are open for corporations, capital and consumer goods but closed for workers and regulators are creating dramatic inequalities in wealth and opportunity within individual countries and at a global scale.”


There are many books that I’m reading in preparation for this trip (see list below) and I’m reflecting on personal connections.


What I know is that I have stared students in the face countless times knowing they are here to reunite with family and/or to flee the danger and poverty that enveloped them elsewhere. I have former students from Ecuador, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Mexico, and other countries who have crossed the U.S. Border as children. Some have been accompanied by other adults, some by paid coyotes, and others through a range of transportation methods and connections that seem so detailed, yet full of unknowns, and still some with stories that are filled with violence, trafficking, manipulation and shame. 

And, yes, I’m still talking about children. Ages 12-15. I have looked into the eyes of a young boy and known that if he were not in front of me and in the safety of Minnesota that he would be most likely be dead. I have seen chipped teeth on a young girl who tripped over rocks in the middle of the night in the desert. I have read personal poems and stories that reflect experiences and grit that far exceed the author’s age. At the end of the day there's a disconnect. I have travelled with a passport and no further questions about my annual salary or family ties to numerous Mexican and Central American cities while others struggle their whole lives to cross a border to reunite family and seek peace and prosperity.


I’ve heard family members and friends say that my students and their families should just “get in line” in order to migrate north to the U.S. I’ve even heard this on the news and in print. But there is no magical line. In order to come here from developing nations there are many exclusive factors and unique challenges. I’m not skilled in explaining them and thankfully have attended many talks by immigration attorneys and asylum and refugee organizations that I have given me more clarity.
Here are three quick references:


The truth is, I have heard so many stories but I still have no idea what my students and their families have gone through. They speak their truth and all I can do is offer my ears to listen and not judge. I can have compassion and try to understand how trauma can affect the ability of a child to learn and thrive, but I'm hoping this trip will help me have a better picture and stronger understanding of the people who are most often demonized.


So I write to work the details out in my head as best I can. I write to ask you, my friends, family, and maybe even the rare stranger who connects to my blog to consider a monetary or physical donation. Here's a list of the organizations and needed items.
Consider dropping off some extras… on my doorstep or work cubicle. Consider sending me cash with a designation for one of the linked organizations so I can deliver it in person. Consider adding my travel group to your prayers and, more importantly, to add the people who need and deserve compassion and peace to your prayers as well.


I will be updating my blog throughout my trip. I fly out on February 28 and return on March 4. I look forward to your comments and questions through this experience via my blog.


Booklist:
Migrant the Journey of the Mexican Worker by José Manuel Mateo
A Land of Hard Edges by Peg Bowden
The Only Road by Alexandra Diaz


Short Films/Documentaries:
An American House
Without Papers
Which Way Home
The Fence
El Bestia (The Beast)


“For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.’ Then the righteous will answer Him, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? And when did we see You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You? When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me’” (Matthew 25:35-40 NASB)