( – promoted by buhdydharma )
I won’t kid you.
Or maybe I will. Who knows what I’ll do. Ha!
Arizona just passed a law that is an unjust law.
But Arizona isn’t the only place this is happening.
Migrants living here who aren’t citizens are not the only ones suffering.
We suffer too.
It is the same suffering, there is no separation.
That’s what solidarity is. Always has been. Always will be.
Not “I will help you with your trouble,” but “this is my trouble, too.” That’s really all there is to it, but for some reason it becomes complicated in action in this crazy world.
Imagine the children in that little town in Iowa, what was its name? The one where there was that giant ICE raid and it ripped the town apart? Oh, hell, all I had to do was google “Iowa immigration raid” and the name came up — Postville. Postville, Iowa.
That was back around two years ago, May of 2008.
This is not a new story.
There were children who lived in the town of Postville, Iowa, they went to school … one day half of their class had just vanished.
Talk about a boogeyman story.
Imagine trying to explain to your children why their classmates had disappeared.
Imagine your children not believing you when you say, “Oh, but that will never happen to us!” and instead having nightmares of bad men and women wearing bad clothes coming to take you away in the middle of the night.
So solidarity is knowing this is happening to you whenever it happens to anyone, ever.
It can be denied but not changed. We are not separate. Our world and we are interdependent.
This is not new, what is happening to our fellow human beings. It is not limited to Arizona. It is not even limited to the US of A.
I’ve read and heard folks say that this new law is “really tough.”
It is not tough at all. It is weak with fear and hatred … and more fear.
It is the justice of the coward.
Little children know this is not a good idea.
No, not tough at all. For toughness requires strength, and whoever brought this law to Arizona was not strong but weak with fear and hatred … and fear.
Solidarity is not a complicated thing. It just is acknowledging what is real — that what happens to you happens to me as well.
Acting upon that is not hard, either, even though we are told by our official authoritarian social propaganda that it is too hard, that we have to prioritize suffering, there isn’t enough, there isn’t enough anything to fix all these horrible problems! Forget about it, just concentrate on what can be done!
Compassion is a renewable resource.
There is no limit to compassion and to solidarity. It is a view and a conviction that gives all of us the strength to look at all suffering and do whatever we can to alleviate it. It is a view. It is a state of mind. It doesn’t require federal funding. It doesn’t require stocks and bonds and fine mansions.
It seems so small in the face of all those “tough” laws with their powers and big guns and sticks and lord knows what else kind of weapons.
Solidarity seems so small.
And there is no limit to it, no limit at all. A complete abundance always ready to help us along the way, always coming from our own hearts as long as we draw breath.
It is the love that leads to justice, love the content, justice the form (that phrase stolen from Wilhelm’s translation of the I-Ching).
A coward’s idea of justice is not filled with love, but with fear and anger.
We are rich if we’d only open our eyes to see it.
Solidarity. Action will flow from that state of mind as smoothly as a living spring of water gurgling up from its mountain source.