In regards to the shooting of Stephon Clark, a 22-year-old father of two, in his own back yard by police officers in Sacramento, California:
Yes there are many sides to a story. Yes police officers have a difficult job. Yes 'death' is merely the death of the body, and a there is a LONG and thoughtful conversation to be had on THAT... But today, can we just agree that all lives matter... and that saying 'all lives matter' is such an obvious OBVIOUS NO BRAINER TRUTH that it seems almost crazy to warrant saying. Of COURSE all lives matter.
Black Lives Matter is NOT saying black lives matter MORE. It's saying black lives ARE human lives. It's saying black lives matter NOT LESS than other lives. Black Lives Matter is saying that when particular human lives (wrapped in more heavily pigmented skin than mine, for example) are being extinguished with such a frequency and regularity that it stands to reason that the amount of said pigment is playing a primary role in these most sacred of robberies, these robberies of LIFE... it's saying that THAT AIN'T RIGHT!!! Can we agree it's NOT okay to end the life of another unless under SEVERE and IMMINENT and UNEQUIVOCAL danger, i.e. true self-defense? Can we agree that black lives are being violently ended at the hands white cops at an UNREASONABLY HIGH RATE?
Can we also agree that it's okay for any human to empathize with the unnecessary suffering of another, and that this empathy is not an attempt to own a pain that is not directly that of the empathizer's? I am white. I am blogging about Black Lives Matter. My claim is not that I understand what it's like to be black. My claim is that as a human being, I am spiritually appalled and morally nauseated to know that we humans are treating each other as anything other than an extended village. (Flesh of my flesh and all! It's for REAL.) My claim is that I do not suffer as a black person, but as a human person capable of empathy and hoping to play whatever role I can as a white girl (because that's the package I got!) to SPREAD empathy, compassion, joy, connectedness, and all that GOOD stuff. Whew. There. Evy out. Peace be with you.
I have never seen myself perform this move until filming this. I am blown away at the marvel that is the human body! What a MIRACLE it is to be ALIVE, my friends. If it seems to you like I’m acting as someone on narcotics might, it’s because I AM high. I am VIBING HIGH on the MIRACLE that it is to HAVE LEGS! And a SPINE! And as always this BIG, BAD BRAIN! Gratitude makes miracles.
Maestro says, with a twinkle in his eye, “I don’t know why the LIVING ever complain about anything ever. You guys got BODIES!!”
(Waking up.) Thank you. I feel better already.
Hi, Guys. What does it mean to be crazy? Does it mean you stare into a skull? Into the eyes of a giant sugar skull? Take a little nap with him in your arms?
Is it more crazy to spend 20 minutes looking at Maestro’s eyes or twenty minutes on your tiny phone?
God, I feel so much better. Naps matter. Sleep needs are real. That was really good for me.
This guy [Maestro] reminds me to slow down. “Hey. Easy.” He goes, “tranquila, tranquila.” It’s good advice.
Thanks, Baboos. Got it? You good there?
The following is a transcript of Story Hour with Evelyn Wallace recorded on 5 March, 2018 in rural Eastern Oregon.
Hello! Evelyn Wallace signing in for Story Hour. I would like to talk today about VILLAGE. It’s a new approach for me to have a topic! (Laughs.) So thanks, for those of you who have tolerated my tangents. Today I’d like to talk about VILLAGE, because the way I feel like I have been living lately embodies this concept. And it really did start when Marshall lay dying and showed me that the golden light that animates him is the same golden light that animates me. And you. And everything in between. So really we are all just drops of golden liquid floating in a golden pool, so who’s to say I you and in between. But I also understand how that feels very esoteric and abstract, so sometimes it’s easier to see that connection and that oneness by acknowledging that all people are part of my heart. Or our hearts. That’s VILLAGE. VILLAGE means you treat people the way you hope they will treat you when you’re in… or when they're in your city. Village does mean the golden rule, but we’ve heard it in that way so many times that it’s hard to hear it. It’s hard to know it. Or, sorry. I don’t mean to say to you what’s hard and what’s not hard. I choose to express the golden rule in different ways so that it stays alive and fresh. Like a yoga pose. Keep it fresh. Keep it alive. Keep it in motion, as all alive things are.