Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
I heard these words spoken last week by Mr. Harold Brown, a life-long New Orleans resident. William Penn House and students from Sidwell Friends School participating in a Workcamp were taking the first steps of what will be a lengthy process of bringing at least a smidgen of justice to this man who has suffered from the political, corporate and community corruption that has followed Katrina relief. See more about this here.
Then, this morning, while attending a local community fellowship breakfast, the folks (all homeless, but me) at my table were talking about the mayoral primary taking place here in DC today. I asked one of the gentleman at my table who he was going to vote for. He said no one. When I asked why, he said "they don't care about us."
These are jarring words to hear, but they speak a truth. I also think that we have to be careful about about presuming I/we are not the "they" being referenced. I think it is too easy to take comfort in agreement that "they don't care", and it is easy to align with the marginalized as part of the "99%". But I wonder whether we are exploiting the lower 10% for the personal gain of those at the 50% -98% bracket. How much do we truly care, not just with our words and advocacy, but with our daily actions, commitments and sacrifices? I don't find easy answers, but they are daily transformative and challenging questions.