Caught in the throes of post 9/11 antiwar activism, I found myself committed to learning about as much of the injustice happening on this planet as I could, in an attempt to see where I could step in and help most effectively.
Like in first aid class, you learn to check the scene first, before responding to the victim.
It was like stepping into a kitchen bustling with activity and figuring out where the bottlenecks were… the weaknesses. Where are chains of command getting interrupted? What are the highest priorities? Where is the greatest sorrow? Who’s doing the most bad? Who can do the most good? The IMF or Civil Society? The world bank or block party groups?
I found myself in a fight against many things:
Anti war.
Anti racism.
Anti misogyny. Anti corporate. Anti capitalist. Anti white supremacy. Anti exploitation. Anti greed. Anti lies. And on and on and on . . .
At some point it occurred to me: If we find success in any or all of these fights, what would we be left standing for?
With the dissolution of so many things I abhorred would come my own obsolescence.
I went on a search that continues to this day:
What world do I want to live in?
I found inspiration in a story tucked away in the jungles of Brazil. The landless movement – the MST, which in Portuguese stands for Movimento sem Terra.
Inspired by Paulo Freire’s educational pillars and the sheer desperation resulting from despotic corruption, they began squatting on land in order to provide for themselves a basic need: Food.
From there, they built other aspects of society and continue today as leaders in the Food sovereignty movement.
I learned about Vandana Shiva and the power of saving seeds. I listened to Wangari Maathai as she led women in planting trees in sub-Saharan Kenya.
Once the initial seed has been planted, suddenly a new world of opportunity is growing before us. When we participate in the cultivation of our own food, we are given the chance to see how impactful each of our lives truly is.
