Author: gracesmuggler

Good morning, friends.

Yesterday, I posted a piece called Might We Consider Abolition? with slides from @conflicttransformation on Instagram. As I said in that piece, the Movement for Black Lives seeks more than police reforms. Many Black leaders within this movement are calling for abolition from the system of policing altogether. How might we dream other models for public safety? What if we could imagine something different — something more safe and non-militarized? Something that honors material and social needs? Something that is trauma-informed? Something that is restorative rather than punitive? Something that is transformative and liberating?

I know this is a new idea for many people. I’m still learning and growing in these questions myself.

I think two areas of concern often rise to the surface pretty immediately when people (especially white people) first encounter the concept of abolition from policing:

— How could this possibly work? What if — (insert a lot of scenarios)
— What are you saying about my loved one who works in law enforcement? What will happen to that person if — (insert a lot of scenarios)

Let me first echo the words of my friend, mentor, and colleague Dwight Wilson who has done a great deal of work to try to increase police oversight by the community: “We can do this peacefully and we can do it with love. Do not bring hatred to my table. I neither consume it nor pass it on to poison others.”

I am not interested in demonizing any individuals. We spend a lot of time trying to justify ourselves and our loved ones as good people. I do this sometimes too. As I’ve posted here recently, one form of racism in my own life and practice is my attempt to be One of the ‘Good Whites’. (If this sentence or link title upsets you, please read it first to understand what I’m saying and what kind of harm my mindset can do).

As I heard someone share this week, what point do we ask,

What do we need to do for society to be good?

Isn’t that the most pressing question?

In light of all these questions, I’d like to share this Twitter thread from Bridget Eileen (@travelingnun):

It begins with,

“Do you or somebody you know think that #AbolishThePolice is unrealistic? It might be because you haven’t taken the time to understand what it means, the reasons for it, and why it actually makes a lot of sense. [Thread]”

Please click here to read her whole thread on that topic. 

And this is being considered in practice. The Minneapolis City Council is considering measures to disband the Minneapolis Police Department (see this article). Council member Steve Fletcher says, “Several of us on the council are working on finding out what it would take to disband the Minneapolis Police Department and start fresh with a community-oriented, nonviolent public safety and outreach capacity.”

–Renee Roederer

This piece is the second of a two-part series. You can read the other post here:
Might We Consider Abolition? 

An important addendum (added 6/20/20)

I’d like to link to a piece by Amber Hughson, entitled But Actually Imagine Transformative Alternatives to Policing.

Amber Hughson is the creator of these flyers linked in the post, Might We Consider Abolition? . She has deep concerns about how they are being used and talked about in some circles. Sh wants us to do what the title to her piece says… actually imagine transformative alternatives to policing.

She asks us to do this and also share her piece if we’ve shared her flyers. I’m doing that here and in other places too.

The Movement for Black Lives seeks more than police reforms. Many Black leaders within this movement are calling for abolition from the system of policing altogether. How might we dream other models for public safety? What if we could imagine something different — something more safe and non-militarized? Something that honors material and social needs? Something that is trauma-informed? Something that is restorative rather than punitive? Something that is transformative and liberating?

Today, I want to share these images and questions from @conflicttransformation on Instagram. (Image Descriptions at the bottom of this post).

Does this seem impossible in your thinking? Let’s imagine…

Six Ideas of a Cop-Free World by José Martín
The Answer to Police Violence Is Not ‘Reform.’ It’s Defunding. Here’s Why by Alex S. Vitale

Image Descriptions:

Image 1: Black text on a periwinkle background reads, “You are experiencing a mental health crisis & afraid imagine… …you call +311 & a first responder trained in mental health comes to your door. 1 hour later, you are in a safe place with your consent, with plans for follow up care. isn’t that public safety?”

Image 2: Black text on an orange background reads, “Some folks are sleeping on benches in the park. Imagine… …a city employee comes by & checks in to see if they need a place to sleep, food, water, or health care. An hour later, those who want a different place to sleep have one. Isn’t that public safety?”

Image 3: Black text on a pinkish purple background reads: “You are experiencing intimate partner violence. Imagine… …texting a number & a trauma informed crisis intervention specialist meets you in a safe place. An hour later you are working together to make a plan that will keep you safe long term. isn’t that public safety?”

Image 4: Black text on a yellow background reads, “Someone is behaving erratically and is in harms way. Imagine… texting a number & an an unarmed urgent responder trained in behavioral and mental health comes within 5 minutes. An hour later that person is safe & getting the support they need. Isn’t that public safety?

Image 5: Black text on a blue background reads “Incidents of gun violence are rising in the neighborhood. Imagine… …a trauma informed crisis intervention team works with community activists to disarm and deescalate conflicts. People doing harm are connected to services that address the underlying problem. Isn’t that public safety?”

This post is the first of a two-part series. You can read the other post here:
Might We Consider Abolition? (In Practice, Part II)

An important addendum (added 6/20/20)

I’d like to link to a piece by Amber Hughson, entitled But Actually Imagine Transformative Alternatives to Policing.

Amber Hughson is the creator of these flyers, and she has deep concerns about how they are being used and talked about in some circles. She wants us to do what the title to her piece says… actually imagine transformative alternatives to policing.

She asks us to do this and also share her piece if we’ve shared her flyers. I’m doing that here and in other places too.

Image Description: A solid, black square.

In my Christian faith, the word confession is used in two ways:

1) It’s an occasion to name truthfully how we have sinned, hurt our neighbors, and fallen short of God’s calling for the life of the world,

and

2) it’s an occasion to proclaim what we believe.

White Christians, and I am among them, need to confess in both directions. 1) We are complicit in the systemic violence that harms our Black siblings and siblings of color.

and

2) Unequivocally, Black Lives Matter.

This is a proclamation we must affirm with our words, intentions, relationships, and actions. It shifts us; it calls us to take risks in love.

— Renee Roederer

Image Description: The word ‘Racism’ is written in black letters, a red circle is around it with a slash coming through it to cross it out.

Over the last day, I’ve been reflecting on a quote from Angela Davis:

“In a racist society, it is not enough to be non-racist — we must be anti-racist.”

Racism is pervasive, but it is in some ways taboo, even as it is expressed systemically and very overtly. And white people (I’m among them) often spend a lot of time trying to prove to ourselves and others that we are non-racist — not like “those people.”

But at the very same time, we may be doing very little to challenge, disrupt, and change this reality. We paste quotes of MLK over our social-media sites in times that are especially difficult but then become uncomfortable, radio silent, or actively resistant when people challenge, protest, and disrupt the systems of white supremacy — both within and beyond the legacy of MLK.

“In a racist society, it is not enough to be non-racist — we must be anti-racist.”
– Angela Y. Davis

–Renee Roederer

Last night, I had the privilege to attend the second in a series of webinars of the Virtual Summer Camp from Crip Camp. If you haven’t seen the new film Crip Camp: A Disability Revolution on Netflix, I highly recommend it. Did you know that a large number of the central leaders who fought for the formation of the signature Americans With Disabilities Act legislation met each other at a summer camp? I did not know that. Their years in relationship and community empowered them in transformative ways as they built a disability culture of inclusion. Their work has created substantive changes in the lives of disabled people.

Here’s the Trailer for Crip Camp: A Disability Revolution:

Last night’s webinar was about shifting internalized ableism. I offer some of the insights as a Mental Health Monday post, because ableism has been internalized inside all of us. Most significantly, it has devastating impacts upon disabled people. But whether you have a disability or not, you have likely internalized some of these messages. I hope it is freeing to you to question these internalized messages.

I’ll share some of those in a moment, but first, let’s talk about ableism. Internalized ableism exists because of a culture of externalized ableism. TL Lewis offers a powerful definition of ableism:

[Image of a black square with white writing in it that says: ABLEISM a·ble·ism \ ˈābə-ˌli-zəm \ noun A system that places value on people’s bodies and minds based on societally constructed ideas of normalcy, intelligence and excellence. These constructed ideas of normalcy, intelligence and excellence are deeply rooted in anti-Blackness, eugenics and capitalism. This form of systemic oppression leads to people and society determining who is valuable or worthy based on people’s appearance and/or their ability to satisfactorily produce, excel & “behave.” Importantly, you do not have to be disabled to experience ableism. a working definition by Talila “TL” Lewis]

We see here that in many ways, ableism and racism are linked, as are other forms of oppression.

Here are some messages of internalized ableism, offered by the leaders of last night’s Crip Camp webinar. How might we feel if we shift these inside ourselves? How might we feel if we help dismantle the relational and systematic impacts of these messages?

Some messages of Internalized Ableism:

1) I feel like I need to work to be worthwhile.

2) I am a “burden” due to my needs.

3) I can “cure” my illness or disability by trying hard enough/eating a specific diet/working out.

4) I need to make other people feel comfortable with my disabilities by being extra nice/funny/accommodating.

5) I should not ask my household members to take precautions in pandemic, even though I am at risk and feel frightened.

6) Sometimes I feel like my life is less valued than able-bodied or able-minded people.

Questions for reflection

— Do any of these resonate? What else might you add?

— How can we love our body-minds precisely as they are? How can we shift messages of internalized ableism into messages of greater hope and empowerment?

— How do these messages impact our wider communities? How do they do harm to disabled people, Black people, Indigenous people, people of color, people who are LGBTQIA+, and others?

— How can intersectional movements uproot oppression in powerful ways?

—Renee Roederer

Image Description: Silhouettes of people walking along a beach while the sun rises ahead in the distance.

On Pentecost morning,
I walked toward a red, fiery sun.
There she was, right on time:
5:57am.
Not a moment sooner or later.

Precise
and
Dependable.

Astonishing
and
thoroughly
Surprising.

Each day,
she lifts herself upward,
responsible and resplendent,
constant and confounding,
the same
daily disclosure
of a marvelous miracle.

Each appearance new and particular,
Each arrival common and original,
she
with us,
on our plane –
the horizon of our wonder.

Here is a story both old and new:

Before he died,
one of my most Beloved People
spoke this saying to me all the time:

“Now remember well,
and bear in mind,
that a jaybird’s tail sticks out behind.”

If I looked confused,
he would say,

“There are some things
you can always count on.”

Amidst the torrents of trauma,
Alongside the presence of pain,
exist
Beauty and
Relationships and
Sacred Love
that can be trusted.
that can be expected.

We watch them rise.
Even daily, we marvel with them.

Right on time,
they are Sacred Flame,
they are Holy Tongues,
they are Mighty Words,
they are Spirit Breath.

They are Pentecost –
at once
completely mundane,
completely miraculous.

–Renee Roederer

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Image Description: Leaders from the Civil Rights Movement standing together during the 1963 March on Washington, including the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.

From the time I was a young child to the time I was a young adult, my formal educational settings taught me that racism was a thing of the past.

It was serious, but it was largely behind us.

Oh, sure, there were some skinheads out there somewhere. And grand dragons marched in those occasional KKK rallies too. But those people were certainly the hate-filled exceptions. “Aren’t they awful?” we seemed to say with our scrunched up facial expressions of disgust and dismissal.

We disdained their hatred, as we should have, but we also dismissed ourselves from the necessity of confronting our own racial biases. We kept these individuals away from the center of our civic life, as we should have, but we also kept ourselves from the recognition that race and class function systemically within our civic institutions.

We were majority white communities who learned, taught, and internalized colorblindness. It became a virtuous thing never to see race. “When I see people, I don’t see color,” we would say.

But this meant we never talked about the racism we did see. Most of all, this meant that we worked to deny the reality of racism right in front of us. We erased the harm that we and our larger systems were causing Black people and people of color. Occasionally, this meant we would erase Black people and people of color themselves. It certainly involved the erasure of their claims. We would dismiss them outright.

“That was then, but this is now,” we would say.

We gathered around photos of Civil Rights leaders from the 1960s and taught those to our children, as we should have. But before color printing, those photos were all in black and white. They had a veneer of past. I was born a mere eighteen years after the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 — that’s it — but I grew up feeling like Jim Crow took place eons ago.

I have vivid memories of sitting around my house while talk shows from the 1980s and 1990s were on the television set. Oprah would dare to talk about race on her show, inviting guests to talk about real, lived stories. Almost inevitably, someone in the audience would stand up to make a particular, impassioned argument. Oprah would hold out the microphone for them to speak, and they would say something like,

“Why are you always talking about slavery? Can’t you let that go? That was then, but this is now!”

“Those police officers shouldn’t have done that to Rodney King. It’s awful. But that’s the act of those police officers. Stop trying to act like this is everybody. You got desegregation. You got Civil Rights. You got the right to vote. Stop blaming us for everything. That was then, but this is now!”

“But this is now.”
“But this is now.”
“But this is now.”

The phrase usually meant, “Get over it.” Racism is serious, but it’s largely behind us.

And yet, here we are.

Ahmaud Arbury was jogging through a neighborhood and was killed by men who viewed him as suspicious and worthy of death.

But this is now.

Breonna Taylor was sleeping in her own house when police burst in and shot her eight times. She too was viewed as suspicious and worthy of death.

But this is now.

Christian Cooper was bird watching in the park. Amy Cooper viewed him as suspicious and threatened his life with a phone call to the police.

But this is now.

Sha’Teina Grady El, a resident of my county, was filming police officers that were forming a perimeter near her daughter’s house. She wanted to make sure that her daughter and grandchildren would be safe. Officers tried to remove them from the area, but they resisted leaving. Then one of the officers assaulted her.

But this is now.

George Floyd had gone to the grocery store. Soon after, police surrounded him. He was viewed as suspicious and worthy of death. Officer Derek Chauvin kneeled on his neck, and he died after crying for air for four minutes.

But this is now.

–Renee Roederer

Image Description: A large number of geese take off in flight over a marshy field.

That moment when you awaken to the sound of geese flying over, and you think peacefully, ah, yes, Mary Oliver… That’s right… You don’t have to be good…

Then three minutes later, you hear giggidy jillion more fly over, and it sounds like an utter symphony of clown horns.

And you lose it with laughter.

Good morning, everyone.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE GOOD 🤣

–Renee Roederer

I am referencing Mary Oliver’s poem, “Wild Geese.” It’s a great one.

A post about receiving.

This is Pushy.

Pushy is my lovely little handpush lawnmower pictured above. I’ve been using Pushy in the late fall and then again in the early spring. I really enjoy mowing the lawn with Pushy. But… summer is upon us, and… Pushy is no longer getting the job done.

I have a gas mower too (not named) but it’s not working because the pull cord gets stuck. It’s not so easy to take it to get it fixed right now, so after struggling with Pushy this morning, I wrote a social media post asking people for recommendations of who I might pay to mow the lawn with their own equipment.

But nope. At least not this time. My friends called me and said, “We’re gonna do it tonight.”

They did, and the yard looks amazing.

Receiving.

Then… a few hours after posting about Pushy, my doorbell rang. I’m very close to my former students from my years in Texas. Three of them have been each other’s best friends for more than a decade, and the four of us always have a group text going. They recently gave me a gift certificate for food delivery from this incredible meal prep place in Ann Arbor. They just wanted to show me kindness. When that doorbell rang, there were all my meals for a week. What a gift!

Receiving.

Then… a few hours later, a very beloved, recent graduate from the University of Michigan came over because she personally baked me a loaf of sourdough bread. It’s so soft and delicious, and it meant a lot to me. It’s fluffy and tasty!

Receiving.

Then… a few hours later, I was starting a work call. Thankfully, I had my phone on mute while the group was talking because my doorbell rang. Who could that be? I wondered. There was an Amazon Prime delivery on my doorstep. I knew I didn’t order it. What’s in that package? It was UNICORN SLIPPERS. The note said, “Thought you needed these to properly quarantine. From Guess Who.”

Receiving.

That is a day full of receiving. Big receiving. Absurdly abundant receiving.

And it’s not like this every single day. I have lots of days feeling more alone or discouraged than I want to feel. But goodness, this is all lovely.

And it’s a reminder that we all have big and small thoughtful things to provide for each other. We can offer our resources and time (like bringing over a mower), or we can send a text to someone who keeps popping into our mind. We can help people know we’re thinking of them and caring for them.

I spent four hours on the phone today, adding support to individuals and groups. I know everyone doesn’t have that energy for this. I do. I can provide that and allow people to receive from it.

And I keep receiving. Like dang, so much.

–Renee Roederer