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I count no sacrifice too great for seeing God face to face. The whole of my activity, whether it be called social, political, humanitarian, or ethical, is directed to that end. And as I know that God is found more often in the lowliest of his creatures than in the high and mighty, I am struggling to reach the status of these. I cannot do so without their service. Hence, my passion for the service of the suppressed classes. And as I cannot render this service without entering politics, I find myself in them.
-- Mohandas K. Gandhi
Last week, I secured the funding necessary for the epidemiological study of a village in upstate New York. Although the actual work is being done on a voluntary basis, this project entails extensive material costs. Fund-raising has always been my least favorite part of social - political activism, but this is one of the projects that I could not cover on my own.
In the past, Ive done grant writing for a non-profit human service agency; for a historical society; and for a neighborhood environmental group. All told, I secured hundreds of thousands of dollars that way. That, of course, required tax-exempt status, and tons of detailed reports and documentation of where every penny would be spent. Old habits die hard: I had prepared data for the two area businessmen who agreed to fund the health study. I was pleased when they both said that they didnt need to see the information. Although we have only recently become acquainted, they said that my word was all that they required.
Among the volunteers we have ready to go door-to-door to deliver the health survey are high school and college students. When they ask me for estimates on how much time it will consume, I tell them that this depends upon if they stop to talk to people. By nature, I tend to take longer than anyone else I know, because I view the chance to listen to people as an opportunity to get them to become more involved politically.
Take, for example, the poor. This community has the largest non-city low-income neighborhood in rural upstate New York. It was where I lived until I was four, and again as a teenager. In my first job in human services, working with family violence, over half of my caseload was in that neighborhood. To a large extend, among a population that does not trust the system, people there trusted me. I had a job to do, but parents and grandparents understood that I was going to put their childrens well-being and safety first. I dare say that the majority of people there -- especially those from families that remembered my family from living there, or who knew me as an angry teen -- took me at my word.
There is a toxic industrial waste dump site at the edge of what used to be a neighborhood play ground there. Its where I played as a child, and partied as a teen. The numerous dump sites in and around the village contain some of the same toxic chemicals used in hydrofracking. Hence, the epidemiology will document some of the effects of these poisons, and serve to illustrate, in human terms, what impact fracking will have.
I will enjoy the opportunity to go door-to-door in this neighborhood. As a general rule, although the residents there may be equally informed about fracking as folks in the middle- and upper-income neighborhoods, their life experiences have resulted in their viewing such issues differently. They might read the newspaper, listen to the radio, or watch the news on television, but they have too often convinced that their opinions dont count. This is true among most of this nations poor.
In the 1980s and 89s, I had -- on my own time and dime -- organized the residents there on three projects. First, we got out the vote on school board elections, and helped elect two good and decent individuals who were interested in working to help all of the children of the school district. Second, we petitioned the village board to fix the neighborhoods playground; when the board ignored the petition, we began attending their monthly meetings to demand they do their job. And third, when local interests sought to misuse a large HUD grant intended to improve the neighborhood, by evicting 120 families to make space for expensive town houses, we formed a tenants union. The media attention reached a university professor who is among the nations leading experts on poverty in the United States. No one was evicted.
In order to organize a movement from the grass roots up, we must involve high school and college students, as well as the poor. In doing so, we change the dynamics in everything from local elections on up. I am certain that it will also result in a change in tactics from our opposition. And in a case like this, our opposition isnt limited to the republicans from the village, as they huddle at the bar of their country club. It includes the energy corporations that seek to exploit our regions natural resources, no matter what the impact on the local peoples health and well-being may be.
When I was a young man, I loved that period of time spent in the locker room, getting sure enough ready to walk down that isle to the ring to fight. I loved that warm feeling of loosening up and shadow-boxing, and feeling fully confident that no opponent could possibly match my skills. These days, Im an old man, looking forward to walking the streets of the village I once lived in. The only thing that Im really confident about is that I will try to do my best.
Peace,
H2O Man