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Darfur – Silence No More

This afternoon, I sat down at the back pew of the First Congregational Church in Long Beach & engaged in a forum/discussion regarding the current genocide in Darfur, Sudan. Its five panelists illustrated the crisis in detail; offered potential resolutions for what many of us feel so helpless toward.

I learned that since early 2003, the Janjaweed is responsible for taking the lives of 400,000 of our brotherhood. About 2,500,000 civilians have been driven from their homes, their villages torched and property stolen. More than 200,000 Sudanese have escaped to neighboring Chad, but most are trapped inside Darfur. Thousands more die each month from the severe lack of food, water, medicine, & proper shelter.

Sitting there, absorbing it all, I realized that it is not about the overwhelming numbers; it is about individual lives. The mother who simply holds a morsel of maize for her starving baby; the young girl who trembles at the thought of leaving the camp to fetch firewood & water for fear of being raped; and the 7-year old boy infested with parasites & resulting dysentery, purging to death for lack of medication. The displacement camps are overrun with families that have lost their fathers. Some villagers scrounge for sticks & plastic bags to construct shelter from the sun and wind.

Some of us were simply overcome with feelings of powerlessness at the images, statistics & atrocious accounts of suffering among our Sudanese brethren. Yet, as the presentation progressed, we felt a sort of collective hope surge within us – that as long as we never succumb to silence & apathy, Sudan will prevail.

I don’t mean to oversimplify the crisis by any means, however once the forum ended, it became clearer how much we could truly bring about by standing in solidarity, advocating for Darfur on a local level alone. That by “lighting one candle,” so-to-speak, it illuminates so much light around us.

Well, here’s what I learned of interest today:

· Simply contributing $30, buys 2 solar cookers for a family in a displacement camp. These stoves covert sunlight into heat to cook food. Why is this essential? Well, it eliminates the need for the women/girls to leave the camp for firewood, thereby reducing their risk of rape & violence. See: www.jewishworldwatch.org. Furthermore, the production of these solar cookers provides income generation opportunities for the refugees.
· Never underestimate the strength of adding political pressure to end the crisis. We can inundate Condeleeza Rice’s phone with a call to action: (202) 647-6575; the White House (202) 456-1111; or email: comments@whitehouse.gov. Stress the need for increased humanitarian aid, establishing a “no-fly zone,” & pushing for deployment of a peacekeeping force. Mostly, just let them know we care.
· “Global Days for Darfur” takes places April 23-30, 2007. During this time, various rallies, marches & vigils are taking place throughout the U.S. to raise awareness. Support & join your local coalition: www.savedarfur.org.
· We can support on-the-ground non-profit groups, such as the International Rescue Committee or CARE International, who provides access to medical care, water, & food within relief camps. You can check out: www.theirc.org or www.care.org.

These are just a few simple suggestions as to what we could do.

Today, more than ever, what MLK once said truly struck a deep & haunting chord in my heart: “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” I just hope for a long life.

Cardboard, Cold Weather, & Compassion

We did sleep out in cardboard boxes over the weekend. We felt a peculiar kinship with our homeless brothers & sisters by doing so & it opened out hearts to crave more understanding & empathy towards them.

Yes, there are too many misconceptions & harsh judgements to dispel towards the homeless among us, and this was just a running start. Guest speakers enlightened us a lot about the issue: the massive gap between minimum wage & the rising cost of housing is a major contributing factor towards homelessness; that there are many homeless workers, over homeless panhandlers; and that mental health, our attitude towards war veterans & the foster care system all play a role towards this crisis.

For all of us, it was an overwhelming event – one that will propel us forward & continually change our hearts.

I wish I could say that 2 nights out in the cold helped me appreciate my bed at home, however the guilt is unbearable. My friend Sukh says that everyone has his or her suffering. My struggles of shame & the difficulty of crawling under my warm blanket is a type of suffering all it’s own, I suppose. How do I choose to suffer, is that the real issue here?

Maybe if we were braving freezing temperatures, in total isolation, or scrounging through trashcans for food, the experience would have intensified. Frankly, our annoying cell phones, fancy flashlights, & freshly brewed coffee did mar the illusion a bit, however collectively, we were most sincere in our intentions.

There were a multitude of lessons to learn over this weekend, such us: whether we’re homeless or not, do we each live in our self-imposed “cardboard boxes,” whether it’s on job, within our relationships or the struggle to stay the course?

But, I finally came to terms with my own personal struggle towards this weekend.

The sense of camaraderie & community we felt as friends was most profound & I couldn’t help but wonder if our extended homeless family starved more for want of love over the need for food. As I relayed to KeKee, a beautiful man living outside the First Congregational Church of LB, as I hugged him: “I hope my warm embrace for you far outweighs the heat of this fleece blanket.” I looked into his eyes & their was a familiarity, a moment of oneness with him. 

Is any man truly homeless who has friends?

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