“Welcome Home.”
This was how Dwayne, one of our hosts in Wanblee, greeted
me. This was my fourth trip to Wanblee
and it is becoming a spiritual home of sorts.
It is becoming an important annual ritual that takes me out of my
routine, and brings old and new acquaintances together in a deep and spiritual
way.
This year, we had a great few weeks helping Earth Tipi
work towards a model of sustainability on the Rez, and reconnecting with
friends as we helped prepare for the Sundance.
We created a space to practice
what we preach, and to work through the physical, emotional and interpersonal
challenges in a safe, loving and trusting environment. Through conversation, action, silence and
reflection, we practiced grace, putting the ego aside. We went as way opened.
One of the openings was a mud volleyball game at the
Eagle’s Nest District Pow Wow. Our $50
entry fee
made way for a filthy four games of fun and laughs. We ended up winning the $100 pot, and
contributed that to the local youth program.
Something else happened that gave pause for reflection and
consideration. While playing, some of
the local youth threw mud at us, at times with rocks mixed in. One of our players got hit in the eye. We asked the kids to stop. They didn’t.
We asked some of the adults to intervene. They did, but the kids returned and continued
sporadically. To the credit of the Workcampers - and perhaps to the credit of the pacifist teachings that come from Quakerism - there was no consideration of reacting with violence or in-kind.
Over the next few days, we had some conversations about
this experience. We struggled to
overcome our egos (“Why would they do this to me? I’m a good person, and I’m here to help”), and
as we did, we got to deeper conversations. For example:
·
We often find it understandable and excusable
for an oppressed and abused community to exact revenge (a la much of what I
hear about Palestinian violence against Israelis as “understandable”). However, when we represent that power, and
find ourselves vulnerable, it feels very different. The fact is, we have benefited from
oppression and exploitation. Our
experience this day was a taste of what many Lakota feel every day – especially
when they venture off the Rez. It was a
real eye-opener about power and privilege.
·
In talking with Dwayne about this situation, he
affirmed that we acted in the right way.
We did not have the leverage to do more – other than leaving the game, but
we were having too much fun. We could
have yelled at the kids, but that would have further agitated the divide. We were already the outsiders. But Dwayne also said that if he were there,
he would have come down hard on the kids and the adults. As a member of the community, he could.
We often talk about Quaker Workcamps as opportunities for
experiential learning. I learned more
about power and privilege because of this.
And I am affirmed that change comes from within. We were the outsiders, but because of how we
were in this game, perhaps when we return we will be a bit less so.
1 comment:
Frankly, you sound like a masochist p*ssy. I wouldn't have any respect for you=and I know that the "oppressed" who threw mud at you definitely don't, either.
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