Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Why Aleppo Matters II


Why Aleppo Matters  II

 

“We need a Martin Luther King Jr.”
 
It was a sunny day in Damascus two years ago and a CNN reporter happened to be interviewing people in Syria about the ongoing civil war.  By that time, the war was already in its third year with no end in sight.
A  woman sat pensively in a cafĂ© alternately looking out in the distance and back at the journalist:  “We need a Martin Luther King Jr.  That’s what Syria needs.”
She had a wistful look as she said it, as if she thought it was just a dream, a dream that she may never live to see.
I think about this lady often and I wonder whether she is still in Damascus. I wonder if she and her family had been able to flee to safety. I wonder where that “safety “ is when I know that thousands of refugees are stranded at borders in Europe.   I wonder about her and I wonder about those 250,000 plus people of Aleppo who endure daily bombing raids of their homes and hospitals; who have been cut off from food and humanitarian aid.
As I wonder about these things, I am moved again by her call for a Martin Luther King  Jr.. All these years of teaching Martin Luther King Jr.’s activism and his writings in the classroom and I continue to be amazed at his accomplishment and the accomplishment of all those who struggled non violently for civil rights in the 50’s, 60’s and beyond.  They faced fire hoses, jail terms, dogs, police batons and bombs … with methods of non-violence.    They sought no retribution even when shortly after the beginning of the Montgomery Bus boycott,  King’s house was bombed with his wife and ten week old baby inside.   When taunted with vicious words and names, he appealed to the blacks of Montgomery not to respond likewise.
‘If you have weapons, take them home. He who lives by the sword will perish by the sword. Remember that is what Jesus said. We are not advocating violence. We want to love our enemies. I want you to love our enemies. Be good to them. This is what we must live by. We must meet hate with love.’”
 They were to keep walking.  They were to keep taking rides with the few blacks who owned cars.  They were to keep making their case with a dignity that could not be shaken.    
It’s easy to have a false memory about those days. It’s easy to think that King and company were always heralded as they are now.   The fact is that when Martin Luther King Jr.  won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1964, the city fathers and Atlanta’s elite were hesitant to attend a congratulatory dinner in his honor.  The leadership at Coca Cola had to step in and convince them that it would be an embarrassment to Atlanta if they did not attend.
All this was necessary because King and the other activists were labeled radicals and outsiders.  They were called troublemakers just for demanding justice and equality.   Yet time has been largely kind to these latter day heroes. King now has a holiday and his name is on countless streets and buildings.  Now we acknowledge them as heroes but do we really consider the accomplishment of the civil rights movement as great if not greater than so many other American accomplishments?
Do we see their efforts for democracy, equality and justice as one of our greatest exports?  As we enumerate  our great exports – the computer, the internet, Hollywood and countless brands and services, does the civil rights movement make the list? 
I believe 500 years from now, Americans will be remembered as much for these efforts from a interracial band of peacemakers  as they will be remembered for computer technology or  modern medicine.
That’s what comes to mind when I think of the words of the woman of Damascus. Somewhere somehow in the midst of the constant bombing and the chaos, someone was reaching out for peace – a particularly American peace—that they need now.
But where is THAT kind of peacemaking?  Where is it to be found now when they most need it and when we need it too since recent events have proven that the civil rights   movement is not over.   Not by a longshot. When the number of  black men in college has finally exceeded those in jail ( and that is good news), we know the civil rights movement is not over. 
Notwithstanding the very real progress that has been made since the  landmark legislation of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, one in three black men can expect to go to prison in their lifetime  and people of color have more encounters with the police and the criminal justice system than their counterparts.  Drug offenses which constitute the bulk of court cases and jail sentences nationwide are disproportionately meted out to people of color even though Federal studies consistently show that all races ( Black, Latino, White, Asian etc.) use drugs at roughly the same rate.  ( The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander )
A recent Saturday Night Live skit in which the black commentator and white commentator talk about Americans, drugs and stop and frisk programs captured this well.  Upshot of the skit: Blacks and whites use drugs equally but whites do “better” drugs.
Funny, sad and probably true and makes you wonder why our jails don’t reflect that picture.
Yes, we still need a King just as Syria needs a King.
But the thing is…while we are waiting for one man or one woman, we may have to stand up and do our little part.
Martin Luther King Jr., after all, was always about empowering others – those he led and those who were influenced by him.  His interpretation of the Christian gospel meant that it was others first then himself. It’s likely the reason when he received the Noble Peace Prize, he donated all his prize money to the movement. 
It was a life of sacrifice. It makes you wonder how and if we could  make a little sacrifice for the struggles of today on the streets of Charlotte, Dallas, Tulsa, Chicago, New York City, Ferguson, Waller County, Texas, Baltimore, North Charleston SC, San Diego, Kingston…
And the streets of Damascus and Aleppo.
After the last piece, some readers asked : So what should we do? 
Well, some of us are protesting non violently. All to the good. As for the rest of us, I got to thinking that we could start by doing what we do best.  If you draw, draw something inspired by these tragedies and share it. If you write, write something that may move someone to action. If you are a leader, consider and advocate for some of those bipartisan proposals for establishing an international safe zone in Syria  and lead with wisdom.   If you are preacher, preach the good news and preach about the injustices around you.  If you are a teacher, teach your students about what’s happening here and abroad and why it matters.
Or if you have the gift of hospitality, have a get together. I remember during the Haiti earthquake crisis of 2010, my friend, N. R., used her birthday as a fundraiser.  Her small band played beautiful music and guests were told: “Don’t bring me a gift, I have enough.  Come learn about the crisis and write a check for  $10 towards  this  local charity called Archangel Airborne. They are doing great work in Haiti transporting goods and services at a much needed time.”  It was a beautiful evening and a wonderful way to be a part of something bigger than ourselves.
 It was a wonderful way to be like King .

So maybe the next time someone says, ‘We need another Martin Luther King Jr.,”  we may not have to look away or look very far.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Why Aleppo Matters


Why Aleppo matters:  The Bell tolls for you and me         Anne C. Bailey


Libertarian candidate Gary Johnson was asked on a recent Morning Joe program:  “If elected what would you do about Aleppo? “  He replied: “ Aleppo, what’s Aleppo?”  It was a perfectly reasonable question –not a question designed to stump someone running for President of  United States.   It was not a trick question for someone seeking the highest office of the land.   Aleppo, one of  Syria’s main cities, has been over the course of the five year civil war at the center of one of the largest humanitarian crises since World War 2.   BBC reporters like Lyse Doucet and many others have been documenting the particularly devastating plight of women and children in the midst of a war that seems to have no clear end in sight.

The fact that Mr. Johnson did not know what it was or where it was is a problem, but it is not just his problem. It is our problem.

To be sure, as a college history professor, I tell my students it is OK if you don’t know something.  I regularly remind them of my own limitations.  No one knows everything yet with the internet and the resources we have at our disposal, we now have access to information at the touch of a button. 

But when does not knowing become a matter of not caring enough to know?  Having taught courses on historical tragedies including slavery and genocide, students often wisely ask the following questions with respect to the general public:  What did they know and when did they know it?  And if they knew why did they not do anything about it?  These are questions that come up with the Holocaust as well as other tragedies.  We pore over the newspaper articles of Jews, Poles, Romas and other victims of the Holocaust fleeing Europe to Cuba and other places and wonder: why did we not DO SOMETHING?   Was Hitler’s increasing persecution of  the Jews not known to the public?  Sadly it was though reports of the impending “final solution” were often buried in the flurry of wartime news. (http://learning.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/04/02/the-centurys-bitterest-journalistic-failure-considering-times-coverage-of-the-holocaust/?_r=0)

Flash forward to 2016 and it is the same question all over again.  We were not there then but we are here now.  What is our excuse?  Where are we now in the face or our own national and international tragedies?  Do we face them?

Sadly, if we are honest, most of us including myself go about our business as usual.   We go to work in climate controlled buildings which have never been bombed. We hang wall paper and obsess about the color.  We scour the web and pick out cute children’s toys and clothes.   We enjoy a good game on TV or on the field.  We check our phones and social media for cool updates. We plan our next party. We queue up for the latest version of the latest game or the latest phone.    Essentially, we go about business as usual.  If our hearts are pierced momentarily for the San Bernandino and Orlando shootings, for Ferguson,  for Philando Castille, for Eric Garner, for Keith Scott, for Terence Crutcher and  ..yes for Aleppo’s children, we don’t let it bother us for long.  We may celebrate with those who celebrate but we don’t mourn with those who mourn for very long. 

So history repeats itself …again and this time we are witnesses.   History repeats itself  because we fail to look within and see the problem is within us—and our tendency to care first and foremost about ourselves.

So how should we feel?  Guilty?   Mere guilt is useless but I think when our consciences are pricked, we are never more human than in those moments of care, of fear, of concern, of compassion, of love. 

Personally,  I feel more human when I connect with those unknown children of Aleppo who I may never meet but who are in my prayers and  in my thoughts as I go about my daily life.  Still I know that even that concern falls woefully short.  I think to myself that if  I were in that situation, I would want someone somewhere to care.   I would want someone somewhere to be thinking of me wondering and figuring out how they could help and how they could be their brother’s keeper.  I would want that.  My guess is that most of us would want that too.

Yet in the midst of it all, there are some bright lights.   I am thankful for our armed forces–many of them on the front lines and unsung except at political rallies and debates.  I am thankful for organizations like Samaritan’s Purse, Doctors without Borders  and Migrant Offshore Aid Station (created by a Katrina survivor) caring for the world’s refugees.  They know where the Aleppos of the world are.  They are today’s Mother Teresas caring for a hurting world.  They are bright lights reminding us of  John Donne’s timeless poem:

Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee
.



Anne C. Bailey

Author, African Voices of the Atlantic Slave Trade: Beyond the Silence and the Shame (Beacon Press, 2005)

Associate Professor of History and Africana Studies

Binghamton University

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