This week has been a tough one in North Minneapolis.
A week later, I’m still mad because I can’t believe a tornado stormed through my neighborhood, further exacerbating the struggles of so many in my community. I’m also inspired as I’ve watched my community come together to respond in meaningful and effective ways every single day this week.
Then I wake up this morning and read an article on www.mpr.org by Leslie Frost, former executive director of Families Moving Forward, a shelter in North Minneapolis. Here’s what she says that makes me so angry:
“In other neighborhoods, community leaders would already have active, open lines of communication among themselves and would swing into action right now to get things moving and to get attention focused on both the immediate and long-term needs of the neighborhood. In north Minneapolis, in my experience, those lines are neither active nor open, and the community leaders are more likely to fight each other for position and resources than join together in a coordinated plan.”
I understand that she is speaking from her own experience, but nothing could be further from the truth. I watched and participated this week in a tremendous show of partnership, coordination and communication. I couldn’t have been more proud of the organizations, leaders and residents who rallied together to quickly address so many of the issues after the tornado.
What started out Monday morning as an effort to mobilize volunteers to help with clean up, quickly developed into an amazing convergence of Northside leadership, community based organizations, faith communities and others. This grass-roots collaboration has come together quickly, effectively responding to the multi-faceted needs in the aftermath of the tornado. To be in the room with this partnership of people and organizations this week was inspirational.
By the end of the week more than thirty organizations were collaborating together focused on meeting the immediate needs of our community.
• 3000 volunteers had been mobilized to help with debris clean up.
• Hundreds more volunteers were mobilized in each of the three impacted zones, knocking on every single door ensuring individuals and families were okay.
• A rapid response center was formed for people knocking on doors to communicate the needs they were encountering. From there resources like food, water and clothing were deployed to the door of families in real time.
• A strategy was developed that would provide immediate support to uninsured homeowners and prevent further displacement. It also included a plan to engage local and minority contractors, effectively keeping dollars flowing inside our community.
I’m not trying to attack Leslie Frost for her belief about my community’s inability to come together in a coordinated fashion. She is not the only one who believes this about north Minneapolis. Instead, I want to use this opportunity to lift up what actually did happen this week in north Minneapolis.
We came together. We worked together. We helped each other.
And to know north Minneapolis well, is to not be surprised by this at all.
If you want to learn more about the efforts this week, and the continued coordination that will be happening, or ways you can join in, please contact me and I’ll help you get connected to the many organizations coming together to respond to the needs after the tornado.
Last week my wife and I had the grand opportunity to leave our two kids in the care of her parents and spend five days on vacation in California. Afterwards we both agreed that it was probably the most enjoyable vacation we’ve had. We walked the streets and hiked the hills of San Francisco and spent time with friends and family at a wedding of one of my childhood friends.
Yet, with all of the fun that we had there was still a dark cloud that sat over us for those five days. It seemed overindulgent to be doing what we were doing when hundreds of thousands of victims were still suffering through the aftermath of the great earthquake in Haiti. Then three days into our vacation we found out that a young teenager was killed in the middle of the street, in the middle of the day, just down the block from our house.
While on vacation I was reading some of the writings and speeches of Martin Luther King Jr. and was struck by the power of his words and “fierce urgency of now” as he led others in breaking down the racial injustice that was pervasive in his time. Reading his words brought to life the intensity of the Civil Rights movement, the commitment of its’ supporters and the evil of the injustice they fought against. All together these things created a deep uneasiness in me.
In a speech given in 1957 in Berkley Dr. King talked about the need to be “maladjusted” to the injustice in our world.
“Now we all should seek to live a well-adjusted life in order to avoid neurotic and schizophrenic personalities. But there are some things within our social order to which I am proud to be maladjusted and to which I call upon you to be maladjusted. I never intend to adjust myself to segregation and discrimination. I never intend to adjust myself to mob rule. I never intend to adjust myself to the tragic effects of the methods of physical violence and to tragic militarism. I call upon you to be maladjusted to such things.”
I wonder sometimes if we have become too adjusted and complacent with the suffering and pain that exists around us (both near and far), allowing things to feel normal that should never be made to feel normal.
Wouldn’t you agree that there are some things that we should all get angry about? When a country brutalized by poverty like Haiti is hit by a natural disaster, we should be angry. When a teenager walking down the street in the middle of the day is shot dead, we should be angry. No matter where we live, no matter how comfortable our life is, no matter how rich or poor we are, these realities should shake us, should affect us, should push us to live for and strive for something different.
But instead of journeying to that more difficult place, a place that asks something of us, we push answers too quickly (see the stupidity of Pat Robertson), or too quickly blame others for their plight (see poverty in Haiti and the US). Too often we live our life on the circumference, fearful, unwilling or unable to journey to the center, where things are messy, dangerous and uncomfortable. It is safer to live on the edges, more dangerous to live in the middle.
And more than the anger and beyond the emotion we need to find ways to act, individually and collectively. As I read through more of Dr. King this weekend, I struggled to know what in our world today will move us the way his fight moved so many?
What injustice, what oppression, what evil will we unite around and fight against? Will we come together to alleviate poverty in a developing or recovering nation? Or fight for the human rights of all people in our own country? What does it look like to love our neighbor? Should we work less and spend more time with our families? What is our social and moral responsibility?
In a lot of ways I think that we’ve become brainwashed. Brainwashed into thinking that this is it. Brainwashed into believing that we’re stuck with what we’ve got. This is the way the world is. Work hard, follow orders, stay in line and you’ll get what you deserve we’re told. But is that really it? Is this the road we want to be on? Is this really the best that it is going to get?
I don’t think so. And I hope you don’t either.
I think we need to again hear the words of Dr. King and wonder what it means for us to be maladjusted today. When hundreds of thousands of people can see their lives destroyed in a blink of an eye, or when a teenager can be shot in the middle of the day, we need to ask more questions, wrestle more with what we have and what we give.
Let us together be serious about transformation.
“I call upon you to be as maladjusted as Amos who in the midst of the injustices of his day cried out the words that echo across the generation, ‘Let judgment run down like waters and the righteousness like a mighty stream.’ As maladjusted as Abraham Lincoln who had the vision to see that this nation could not exist half slave and half free. As maladjusted as Jefferson, who in the midst of an age amazingly adjusted to slavery could cry out, ‘All men are created equal and are endowed by the Creator with certain inalienable rights and that among those are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.’ As maladjusted as Jesus of Nazareth who dreamed a dream of the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. God grant that we will be maladjusted that we will be able to go out and change our world and civilization. And then we will be able to move from the bleak and desolate midnight of man’s inhumanity to man the bright and glittering daybreak of freedom and justice.“