Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Inside Republic Windows and Doors

I happened to be in Chicago while the workers of Republic Windows and Doors were occupying the plant in an effort to save their jobs and get the company to pay them the almost 2 million dollars they were owed.



I was there for my first meeting as a board member of Interfaith Worker Justice, and the workers invited us into the factory to pray with them. Click on the link below to read my guest blog entry on the UUA website:
http://uuasocialjustice.blogspot.com/2008/12/victory-for-republic-window-workers.html

An Experiment in Outreach...

Our congregation just rolled out a new demographically-targeted outreach last week. We are sending oversized cards to 1700 Santa Barbara households in advance of our Holiday services. The cards target adults 45 and under with kids. Hopefully they will work, but we feel like it's a good step forward regardless. This is a kind of test-run, and we'll refine as we go.

Anyway, the card features an illustration by my dear friend and artist, Brian Andreas (you can check his work out his website:

http://www.storypeople.com/storypeople/Home.do

We are using the illustration to echo some familiar and welcoming themes of Christmas, while also striking our own individual note. I will put a copy of the card up later, but I can't find a good copy on my computer just now...but click on this link, and then again on "The Universal Sign of Peace" to view an animated bit featuring our little dude:

http://www.publiczoo.com/menuholidaystories.htm

In other news, our new, and much improved website is now up, thanks in large part to the tireless efforts of my awesome wife, Eliza - who I will be struggling to repay for a long, long time. It is still in progress, and will have new material added every day. You can look check it out at http://www.ussb.org

And by the way, Merry Christmas!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Tea House Fire


What a day.

Late yesterday afternoon a wildfire went from birth to fast-moving inferno in just a few hours. I had never seen a wildfire so close up before - and seeing it roaring down the hills - seemingly right on top of us in downtown Santa Barbara was just plain surreal.

Smoke first colored, and then blotted out, the full moon and soon we could see the impossibly tall wall of flames racing over the hill crest toward so many homes...I felt powerless and awed. I stood in the courtyard outside our sanctuary watching the flames and feeling torn by all the things I needed to do - calls I needed to make - people I needed to make sure were okay. And I thought, "What can I possibly do in the face of something like this?"



The power went out just then, and we stood in the dark. After a while I noticed that the choir, which was there rehearsing, had not come out when we lost power, so I went in to check on them.

And how beautiful!

They were sitting in the vast dark womb of the sanctuary singing, "Silent Night" in a small flickering pool of candle light. Their voices were soft and prayerful and yet filled that big empty space to the brim. How beautiful....

I went to bed last night with smoke-irritated eyes, worried about what morning would bring. And indeed the cost has been high. We spent the day trying to contact members and friends in the evacuation zones: making sure people were out, were safe. Some dear people have already lost their homes and many others do not know what they will find when they are allowed back in to their neighborhoods.

This has been a day of ringing phones, firing emails and far too many questions without answers. But it has also been a day of coming together, a day of love, a day of commitment. Today has been a day in which the caring and generosity of our community has been a powerful force.

It is 3pm now, and I do not know what night will bring. I don't hear as many planes and helicopters flying the church anymore - maybe that's a good sign, maybe things are quieting down, under control. Just pray that the wind doesn't pick up, doesn't change directions.

Every prayer is a welcome today.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

No On 8 Rally Update

David Pritchett has just posted a more in-depth article about the work folks are doing on the No on 8 campaign. You can link to the article at the Independent website:

http://www.independent.com/blogs/santa-barbara-public-affairs/2008/oct/29/NO-Prop8-rally-27Oct/

There are a lot of links in this article, and some are well worth clicking on (a couple of them take you to my blog, among other worthy websites). I had to laugh a little reading this article. Especially when I read this part:

"In their responses to sometimes deliberately provocative questions from this correspondent, the rabbis and clergy people looked to the teachings of their own faith about why they oppose Proposition 8. The discussion quickly tested their religious politics, especially as the clergy under the Christian umbrella of denominations remarked with open frustration about how other pastors, preachers, and ministers around Santa Barbara could interpret their same rulebook differently to justify discrimination against some people based only upon sexual orientation."

I do remember David framing some of his questions at the press conference in ways that seemed designed to elicit strong reactions from us - and I remember thinking, "what is this guy up to?" Now I know. Well thanks for pushing us, David, and thanks for your good coverage.

Below is a photo of the Three UU Musketeer-Ministers (the Revs. Erika Hewitt, Melitta Haslund and myself) at the clergy phone bank Prichett attended. Our esteemed colleague Lex Crane was also there, but kindly avoided the photo so as to not outshine the rest of us with his palpable grace and wisdom!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

No On Proposition 8!



Since my congregation, the Unitarian Society of Santa Barbara overwhelmingly passed a resolution opposing California Proposition 8, which would strip same sex couples of their right to marry - things have been very busy!

We have been running Sunday morning phone banks between and after services, calling undecided voters to encourage them to vote no. We've also put up a big bright banner in front of our church on a busy street, distributed many yard signs and buttons - and then capped it all off with a march from our sanctuary to the courthouse for a rally. Even though the rally took place on a Monday morning and folks didn't know it was even happening until Sunday morning, at least fifty or sixty of us turned out. It was great fun!

I was one of the speakers at the rally, along with Representative Lois Capps, our Congresswoman, Mayor Marty Blum, the always awesome Rev. Mark Asman and other community leaders.

Here is what I had to say:

Love is at the very heart of my faith, and striving to build a world ever more full of love and hope and possibility is at the heart of my ministry and my life. Love is sacred.

Marriage is the highest, the most sacred expression of loving commitment that two people can make in our society. Marriage is about commitment and it is about love. It is all too easy to get sidetracked into thinking about marriage like an accountant, balancing up the ledger, tallying up the one thousand or so legal and tax benefits that accrue to couples that are legally married.

I have never met a single couple who came to me and said, “We want to get married so we can start profiting from all the many wonderful legal and tax benefits that come with marriage! Boy oh boy - when can we do this thing?”

No. People do not get married for these things, although these things do matter. They want to get married because they want to say, “I do.” They want to join that great stream of all the loving couples who have come before them, joining their hearts forever in marriage. Marriage is not about taxes. It’s about love.

And so I cannot stand by as the same old arguments that were used to keep inter-racial couples from marrying are trotted out yet again and used to keep my same sex sisters and brothers from marrying. Some people say civil unions, “Separate but equal” but I say that separate has NEVER been equal!!! Only two hearts can decide who should be married and who should not and that decision does not belong to any government!

I have only been married for a few years now, and I know that marriage is sometimes hard. I am blessed with so many other couples that help me find my way in marriage – and many of those couples happen to be same sex couples. Their love and commitment is a blessing on this world, and my faith calls me to stand always on the side of equality, justice and love. That’s why I am voting NO on proposition 8!

And now I would like to introduce one of those couples who bless the life of my congregation: Andrew Knox and Doug Reid, wonderful fathers, who although already married in Canada years ago, have just pledged their love anew in a ceremony of marriage at our church this morning! Come on up, guys.



For more about how Santa Barbara's congregations and clergy are positioned on Prop 8, check out this article in our weekly newspaper, the Independent:http://www.independent.com/news/2008/oct/26/santa-barbaras-clergy-proposition-8/

All of this is certainly attracting a good deal of attention. My voicemail at work has been full of messages - some positive, some quite negative. Our congregational voice is being heard. Not everyone likes what we have to say, of course - but at least we are relevant, and most definitely walking our talk. I am proud to serve such a fine community.

Of course we cannot know if we will be successful in protecting in marriage equality or not. The polls are way closer than we would like. But I am confident that whatever happens on November 4, our Society can look long and hard in our collective mirror and know that we have done our best and lived our values.

The Best of Intentions

Sometimes the best of intentions, the most valid of goals – clash. I find this terribly frustrating. It’s hard enough for me to come to any sort of clarity about what I call the “big questions” in life: what is important, how should I live - should I turn this way or that way at the crossroads?

Then, no sooner do I get some of these vexing questions settled (insofar as such questions can ever be settled…) then I find my all noble goals and aspirations crashing into one another!

I had a funny taste of this last Sunday after church. I had just finished delivering a sermon about things, stuff – and our relationship to them. I talked about how easy it is for us to become enslaved by our own “stuff” and by the societal pressure to accumulate and consume ever more ravenously. At the very end of the service, I challenged all of us to go home and take on that dusty and unopened box of junk we all put off dealing with – and to start liberating ourselves from all the “stuff” that clutters our lives and distracts us from the things that matter most.

So far so good.

But then, after the service, a couple of women came up to say hello. They told me how much they enjoyed the service, and then, with a devilish gleam in their eyes, they reminded me that just a couple weeks ago I preached a sermon encouraging people to make their Sundays into Sabbath days – days without work! These two had been assiduously working to build and honor their Sabbath day – and here was their minister telling them to go home and clean out their junk drawers!

Ahhh, there’s the rub.

And so, once again, two important and meaningful priorities collide. I am so grateful for the feedback those two women. They reminded me that the real challenge of living our values is not when we have to choose between the “right way” and the “wrong way” – but when two “right ways” have trouble fitting into the same space at the same time.

I did correct myself in the second service, making sure to encourage people to declare war on their junk on Monday or Tuesday instead of Sabbath Sunday – but still, the issue remains an important one. How can we balance all the values we hold dear, especially when they sometimes seem to be competing for the scant energy we have left over at the end of yet another long day?

Unfortunately, I don’t have a great answer to this question. I struggle with these kinds of tough choices all the time. What I can suggest is that we can be gentle and patient with ourselves. We don’t have to get everything done immediately or perfectly, or maybe even at all. We can take things in their own time, step by step. To paraphrase the Book of Ecclesiastes, there is a time to reap, a time to sow – a time for every purpose under heaven. A time for all things.

But only as individuals can we figure out if this is a time for reaping or sowing - what we need to be working on right now. So reflect deeply, prioritize based on what you need most right now – and don’t beat yourself up when you fall down. The mere fact that so many of us even care about difficult questions like, “how shall I live?” is amazing, and he fact that so many of us try so hard to walk our talk is wonderfully inspiring.

When we find ourselves forced to choose between two goods, then we have to know that something is going very RIGHT in our lives. Those are the kinds of problems I want to have!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Interfaith Campaign to Support Sanitation Workers!


Hello, all,

I have recently joined the National Sanitation Worker Justice Committee, a project of Interfaith Worker Justice (http://www.iwj.org/). We are working hard in support of our sisters and brothers who work in the sanitation industry, but it isn't easy. As you will see below, sanitation workers don't only have to deal with the "garbage" they haul, but with sometimes being treated like garbage as well. For more information about the campaign, please read the letter below from committee co-chair, Rev. Nelson Johnson, and sign the online petition if you feel so moved. http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/1035/petition.jsp?petition_KEY=1315

Dear Brothers and Sisters of Our Faith Communities:

I am writing to you in hopes that you will spend just a few minutes of your time to help workers at Waste Management Inc. (WMI), the nation's largest waste company, who are involved in a struggle for dignity.

I ask you to click on the link below and sign the petition demanding that WMI remain neutral in the workers' federally protected right to form a union to improve working conditions. Waste Management, Inc., headquartered in Houston with over 13 billion dollars in sales annually, has an in-house union avoidance team which methodically fights workers' attempts to organize. Currently around a quarter of their workers are organized and the other workers often feel intimidated when they attempt to join their organized brothers and sisters.

Forty years ago this past April, the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. was killed while supporting the struggles of striking sanitation workers in Memphis. The same kinds of struggles continue today for sanitation workers, including those at WMI who are simply trying to exercise their rights to form a union and take steps to improve their lives. WMI continues to violate worker rights and, because our federal laws are so weak, the company continues to get away with its immoral behavior.

There are many examples of WMI's anti-union tactics, including the July 4, 2008 firing of Stacey Stevenson, a sanitation worker and union activist in Little Rock, Arkansas, who we believe was fired for his attempts to organize his coworkers. Local ministers in Little Rock have signed on to a letter in support of Stacey Stevenson.

WMI's intimidation must stop, and your help will go a long way in that fight. Please sign the petition:

http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/1035/petition.jsp?petition_KEY=1315

By signing the petition, you are calling on WMI to stop its anti-worker, anti-union tactics by remaining neutral in union-organizing campaigns.

Immokalee Workers

What a ridiculously long time between posts! I apologize to any of you who have been checking in all this time only to fid that nothing has changed - until now. Finally, a new post. I'll do better from now on - promise.

I have been a bit busy since I last posted. Eliza and I have loaded up everything we own and left our home in Colorado (very sad) for our new life in Santa Barbara, where I am the new minister of the Unitarian Society (very happy). Life is very good and very busy, which is just the way I like it. I won't say anything about how uncannily beautiful and pleasant it is here other than to say it feels like we've unwittingly stumbled into Eden. It's that kind of perfect, except that you can eat all the fruit.

Anyway, below is a column from the St. Petersburg Times. I recently helped lead a workshop dealing with the struggle of the Coalition of Immokolee Workers to end the practice of modern slavery and exploitation in the tomato fields of Florida and beyond. These are amazing people, and I hope you will check out their website (http://www.ciw-online.org/) and the Alliance for Fair Food (http://www.allianceforfairfood.org/) to find out more about how you can help bring a little more justice to this world of ours.

There happened to be a journalist named Bill Maxwell from St. Petersburg at my workshop, and he called to interview me a few days later. He is a wonderful man with a huge heart and a powerful commitment to justice and his columns are always worth reading.

Here is his column:

"Eating that tomato can put you in moral peril"
http://www.tampabay.com/opinion/editorials/article695177.ece

By Bill Maxwell, Times columnist
In print: Sunday, July 13, 2008

Some deeds and practices define our individual and shared morality. When, for example, we turn our backs on the cruel treatment of farmworkers, we are complicit in inhumanity and are acting immorally.

Tens of thousands of Floridians read about the case of U.S. vs. Ronald Evans without blinking an eye. To me, everyone who eats fruits and vegetables should be outraged and should be, in some manner, advocating for farm-worker justice.

A review: In 2007, farm labor contractor Ronald Evans, his wife Jequita Evans and their son Ron Evans Jr. were sentenced to federal prison for enslaving farm workers and for other labor-related crimes in Florida and North Carolina. They were sentenced to 30, 20 and 10 years respectively.

Ronald Evans recruited homeless U.S. citizens from shelters across the Southeast, including in Tampa, Miami and New Orleans, with promises of decent jobs and housing. After the farmworkers arrived at the labor camps in Palatka and New Grove, N.C., Ronald Evans deducted the price of rent, food, crack cocaine and alcohol from the workers' pay, keeping the workers "perpetually indebted" in what the U.S. Justice Department referred to as "a form of servitude morally and legally reprehensible."

Justice Department records show that the Palatka labor camp was enclosed by a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. A "No Trespassing" sign warned outsiders.

The Evans family worked for grower Frank Johns, then-chairman of the Florida Fruit & Vegetable Association, the powerful lobby of the state's agricultural industry. As a grower, Johns was not charged with a crime.

This is not an isolated case. Since 1997, through efforts of the Coalition of Immokalee Workers, six other labor outfits have been prosecuted for servitude. The cases involved more than a dozen employers and more than 1,000 workers, who testified to being locked in their compounds at night, beaten, raped, pistol-whipped and shot.

Remember, the average U.S. farmworker earns a little more than $10,000 a year. They are excluded from the protections of the nation's employment laws, and they are prevented from legally organizing.

As a result of such inhumanity and exploitation, American consumers can enjoy cheap, fresh and attractive produce. Companies such as Tropicana, Minute Maid, Taco Bell, Wendy's, Burger King, McDonald's, Kroger and Wal-Mart profit from so-called "everyday low prices" made possible on the backs of abused workers.

As individuals, we are morally obligated to demand economic justice for those who harvest our food. George Orwell, who wrote extensively about poverty in England, said: "Economic injustice will stop the moment we want to stop it, and no sooner, and if we genuinely want it to stop the method adopted hardly matters."

One person I know who is trying to get consumers to see that their buying habits directly contribute to the hardships of farmworkers is the Rev. Aaron McEmrys, a Unitarian Universalist minister in Santa Barbara, Calif. I recently met McEmrys, a former union organizer, when he participated in a farm-worker seminar in Fort Lauderdale.

I quote him at length: "The things we do and the ways we live affect our fellow beings in ways that are often hard to see. Sometimes, even things that seem small and innocent to us can do terrible damage to others in the wider world. As long as we remain blissfully ignorant, we might be passively complicit in the suffering of others, but we are not knowing, willing participants. We are just ignorant.

"Once we know, however, really know, about how our choices or our lifestyles can hurt and oppress others, we have some real choices to make. We can either change our ways to stop hurting people or we can go on as we always have. But with one big difference: We aren't innocent anymore. We are still complicit, but now actively so. We have chosen to live in such a way that pushes people down instead of lifting them up, that strips away our humanity and theirs instead of celebrating our shared humanity.

"We all agree that slavery is an abomination — a sin — a crime against humanity. And yet this kind of oppression is exactly what the people who pick our tomatoes have to live with every day. The tomatoes that nourish our bodies and add flavor to so many of our meals come with a price tag. They come at the cost of human dignity, human freedom. Once we know this, we have some real choices to make: We can either change our ways or we can go on eating those cheap tomatoes knowing that we have chosen, by default, to be fed by the suffering of other human beings — human beings just like us.

"It's not a question of whether we should get involved. If we eat tomatoes, then we are already involved. The only real questions are: What are we going to do about it? How will we be involved from here on out?

"Here is a real truth: When we do the right thing, when we change our ways, even just a little, to live in such a way as to lift up the best in ourselves and others, the tomatoes will taste better. I guarantee it."

American consumers have a moral duty to stop the exploitation of farm workers. If we do not, as McEmrys argues, we enable servitude and are guilty of the "sin of complicity."

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

"White Working Class Voters"

1,940,000.

That's the number of search results I got a few minutes ago when I googled "white working class voters." 1,940,000.

This is a phrase that has been bugging me more and more over the last few months, as I have heard and read it at least three or four times a day as what Jon Stewart refers to as the "Long, slow, seemingly endless Bataan death march to the White House" grinds on and on.

But you know, that phrase has always kinda bugged me. Pundits generally preface their use of the phrase by explaining that they are talking about white folks without college degrees - but more and more that feels misleading to me - because even with this definition of terms, everybody knows the "code-speak" that is about to be invoked.

We do not live in a society where it is generally acceptable to openly discuss or express our racist attitudes. We are all supposed to have "transcended" race by now, and people, especially in exit polling, are extraorinarily reluctant to appear racist.

But we all know it's there - we all know that race IS a big issue in our culture and in this campaign. But we can't/won't talk about it directly. So we do what we always have - we resort to the tried and true method of coded speech.

Early in the Democratic primary, when Obama was racking up victories in places like my home state of Wisconsin or Iowa - which both have TONS of white folks without college degrees - there was no mention whatsoever of "white working class voters." It wasn't until the campaign moved into the South and into Appalachia, that this particular phrase became ubiquitous.

"White working class voters" has become a code phrase to describe white folks who are afraid of, uncomfortable with, or just plain opposed to - a black President. It has become a useful way of talking about the very real race-based (racist) challenge a black candidate faces - without actually having to call it by it's name (racism) or having to single any white folks out as still holding onto viewpoints which we pretend we have left in the past.

Sometimes, however, the veneer wears thin and the actual racism behind the code-phrase becomes more apparent. A good example of this is when Hillary Clinton described Barak Obama as being unable to win over her supporters, "working, hard-working Americans, white Americans." This statement reveals a good deal about all the coded meaning that is packed into that phrase - that to be a "hard working" American means to be a "white" American. This plays into well established opinon polling which has shown over and over again that as many as "one half to three quarters of white Americans possess at least one negative and racist sterotype about black people" - like, for example, "black people don't have a strong work ethic."

But are all white people (or even most)without college degress racists? Of course not! To create and uncritically feed a phrase like "white working class voters", which is clearly a coded way of talking about people with racist attitudes is unbelieveably offensive to me - just as any other racist sterotype is. It's no different than saying that black people are lazy or all Asian kids are academic superstars with no social skills. Or that white guys can't jump. It's just stupid.

I am from as white and working class a town as anyone can find in America - Grafton, Wisconsin. Are a lot of those folks white and working class? Yes, definately. Are there racists there? Yes, definately. But to extend those traits to all people living in Grafton, Wisconsin is absurd and demeaning. Reducing any group of people to nothing more than a monolithic blob not only denies the essential humanity of that group - but it also removes them from the equation altogether, creating an empty canvas (Nascar dads, Starbucks democrats etc.)that other people can project anything they want onto - in this case "white working class voters" (white people without college degrees)have been used by pundits and politicians alike to project the widespread and mostly unspoken racial and racist fears our society has yet to deal with.

Oregon has a higher percentage of whites without college education than Pennsylvania, for example, as well as a lower median househole income - and yet Obama won a clear majority of those groups, including union households. Are these not "white working class voters?" Of course they are - but they are not the kind of "white working class voters" pundits are talking about when they use that phrase.

I believe we need to stop all this code-talking, and the news media needs to step up to the plate and begin to police themselves more critically and more aggressively. It is interesting to me that Obama is often lauded for "transcending" race - which also seems to be code for a couple things: a)Obama doesn't talk about race very much, and rarely addresses the endemic oppression still faced by people of color in this country and b)he's almost like one of "us" but with different skin tone.

Nominating a black man is a great thing, but it does not mean we have "transcended" our racist heritage or the massive discrimination in health care, employment, the justice system and housing, among others.

Has any white candidate ever been asked or expected to "transcend" whiteness?

It is interesting to me that even as the dominant media has been engaging in a constant and blatantly race-based dialogue under cover of code-speech like "white working class voters" - African Americans like the Rev. Jeremiah Wright are roundly excoriated for NOT speaking in code! I do not believe that the controvercial things Wright sometimes says are any more offensive than some of the carefully coded inferences I hear on CNN every day (and have you listened to the truly frightening stuff the Rev. John Hagee, a white supporter of John McCain has said?!). So is it what Wright SAYS that makes people so upset - or is it that he refuses to speak in code, like the rest of "polite" society?

I understand the political and social context of this election. And I understand that, from a pragmatic point of view - Barak Obama (and any other black candidate)has to play along to some extent if there is to be any hope at all of being elected. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.

As Tim Wise writes in Lip Magazine", "We have taken racism to an entirely new and disturbing level, one that bypasses all the old and all-encompassing hostilities of the past, and replaces them with a new, seemingly ecumenical acceptance in the present. But make no mistake, it is an ecumenism that depends upon our being made to feel good, and on our ability to glom onto folks of color who won't challenge our denial let alone our priveleges, even if they might like to."

Let me be very clear - I am not endorsing a candidate. But I am arguing that any talk about "transcending" race without actually dealing with race - is a dead end and an illusion. Code-speech is one of the age-old vehicles of racism, and until we can speak openly and honestly (even when we won't like what we hear)we will remain shackled.

Unfortunately I expect we will hear a lot more code-speech now that the general election is starting - and I hope that this time more of us (especially in the media) will step up to expose and denounce such language every time it opens its mouth.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Sometimes Things Just Work Out

You know how sometimes it feels like we work and work and work at things but never feel like we’re getting anywhere?

I know I feel like that sometimes (or even more often, depending how things are going…) – but today is not one of those days!

In just the last couple days I have had wonderful news from two of the groups of workers I have been helping out this year. I work with an inter-faith clergy group organized by my good friend and colleague the Rev. Daniel Klawitter, a Methodist Minister who works for F.R.E.S.C. (don’t you love acronyms?) – the Front Range Economic Strategy Center.

FRESC, and the diverse clergy group I work with are committed to the following principles:

• Coloradans who work hard should be able to provide for their families and have the opportunity to achieve a good quality of life.
• The public should have a meaningful voice in the government decisions and investments that impact their communities and their lives.
• Economic development should build environmentally safe and sustainable communities where ordinary people can afford to live and work.



FRESC utilizes policy development and advocacy, academic-level actionable research, community organizing and non-partisan civic engagement to promote the creation of jobs that pay family-sustaining wages with benefits, housing and health care which are affordable to all families, and neighborhoods that are environmentally safe and sustainable.

Our clergy group, which is made up of clergy from Catholic, Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, Unitarian Universalist and a variety Protestant Christian denominations, works side by side to help bring these principles to life right here in our own back yards.

But as I said before – lots of the time progress is hard to see and victories can feel few and far between.

But not today.

Just this week I have received two wonderful emails, with victories attached. In both cases, members from our clergy group first met with workers and then reached out separately to management, offering our support and encouraging a fair and peaceful resolution of their differences on behalf of our congregations and faith traditions as well as ourselves.



The first was from a group of workers who work as therapists, teachers, counselors and assistants at a school for children with severe disabilities, behavioral issues and mental health concerns. Workers there have been fighting for well over a year now to improve workplace health and safety (which are big issues there), to improve staff/client ratios and to provide a higher quality of care.

After enduring months of aggressive and illegal intimidation and retaliation, the National Labor Relations Board has ruled that the school had indeed been violating their employee’s rights in many ways, some of them very serious. The primary author of these violations has been forced to resign and the workers are now more hopeful than ever that they can finally turn the page on all the unnecessary conflict and get back to what really matters – helping to transform the lives of the children they serve.

The second email was from a group of hotel cleaning staff at the Hyatt Regency downtown. You can read my original blog posting here: http://acrossthethresholduu.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html



I always had a good feeling about this one. Not only were the workers simply wonderful people – so full of commitment and integrity and a palpable spirit of solidarity – but the management team seemed genuinely committed to making things better as well. In an unusual gesture of goodwill, for example, the management negotiating team was perfectly open to having our clergy delegation join both sides at the bargaining table to speak our peace as ministers and community members and to stay for the rest of the session as observers. This is very unusual, and I was heartened by their open and relatively healthy approach to the problems at hand.

But that was WAAAY back in September!

Still, I was thrilled to get a thank-you note from the workers today. They were writing to let us know that they have finally come to a fair and just agreement with the hotel, and agreement which should drastically decrease workplace injuries while also lowering the costs of health care, increasing wages and giving them an active and constructive voice in their working lives.

So if you ever need a good hotel in Denver, I am more than happy to recommend the Hyatt Regency, where you can sleep well knowing that your pleasant and comfortable stay (and especially your immaculately clean room!) comes compliments of safe, secure and healthy employees - and a company which is fulfilling its commitment to be a good corporate citizen.

Boy do I love sharing good news!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Subzero MLK March, 2008 - Never Before Seen Footage!



Okay, so maybe it wasn't really below zero that morning - and maybe the only reason these photos have never been seen before is because I only discovered them under a pile of books and papers as I cleaned my office today...

But still, a day more than worthy of memory.

It really was terribly cold that morning, as two of us hardy adults joined twenty or so of our YRUU-ers for Denver's annual MLK Day "Marade." It was cold, yes, but no problem - I was so bundled up in insulated wind and waterproof layers that even my mother would have approved. The youth were another story, however. Despite my repeated reminders and demands that they bring warm clothes with them, most of them (in true teenage style) were dressed stylishly in low-cut canvas Chuck Taylors (some with no socks)and colorful hats and mittens better suited for signalling overflying airplanes than for keeping out the cold.

Don't I sound OLD! It's like I'm channelling my mother's voice...

Anyway, even all of this would have been fine if we had been moving - but we weren't. Instead there were a couple hours of speeches (no exaggeration)from various corporate heads ("MLK would have loved our insurance company!") and local luminaries, each of which flagrantly broke their own promises to keep it short because of the extreme cold! After about the third speech some of the youth were starting to have real trouble - what with standing around in a couple inches of mostly frozen slushy water while a bitter wind cut to the bone. As you can see below, we tried our best to keep warm, but even dancing couldn't keep the cold at bay for long!



For a while I was seriously contemplating cancelling the whole thing. I was worried about frost-bite and other adult concerns too lame for sixteen years olds to contemplate. But when I suggested calling it off, they said "absolutely not" through blueing lips and chattering teeth. "If we can't deal with being cold and uncomfortable for one morning, how can we ever be tough enough to change the world? Martin Luther King put up with a LOT more than this - so forget it, we're marching!"

And so, after some more speeches - we marched.



Sure enough, once we started marching the day seemed much more bearable. Still cold, but more fun by the moment. The youth were right, there was something especially powerful about marching with 3,000 other people through the otherwise silent and frozen streets of Denver. It was inspiring to walk with so many strangers who were also determined to march, cold or no cold - wind or no wind.

We bumped into a pile of kids (in snowsuits and mittens) and their parents (looking much less toasty) from our sister church, First Unitarian, as well as more adults from our own congregation. So for a time we all marched together, maybe 40 or 50 Unitarian Universalists. It was great.

In the end, this may have been one of the most satisfying MLK marches I have ever been part of. As always, our youth inspired me with their grit and commitment. They were SOOO cold, really suffering - yet it never occured to them to call of the march because of discomfort. They were finding their own answers to the critical religious question, "If this is what I believe, what I stand for - how then must I live?"



This is a question I struggle with all the time, and watching the youth struggle (literally arm in arm) to live their values out loud on that frigid Colorado morning reminded me yet again of the path I want to tread.

Thanks, you guys!

Thursday, May 8, 2008

The Great Migration



It's finally over.

After way too many months, my search is finally over. On May 4th, 2008, the Unitarian Society of Santa Barbara called me to be their new minister!

Candidating week was a lot of fun, and I was so gratified to discover first hand that the outstanding search committee really was representative of their outstanding congregation! Although it was a tiring, action-packed week (I have no idea how Hillary Clinton and Barak Obama manage to do what they do months after month....), every single event, every single meeting, was full of fascinating, loving and committed people and my energy level remained high. It was great.

Eliza and I did manage to take some breaks here and there, and even split town for a day to pop over the mountains into the Santa Ynez Valley, which is some of the loveliest win country I have ever seen (or tasted). We also managed some bike riding, beach-walking and museum-going, which was remarkably easy since Everything seems to be within 10 miles of town! I don't know how people ever get any work done in a place where the weather is always perfect, the beach is 3 minutes away and rivers of milk and honey flow down from every mountain!



But I guess we'll find out soon enough.

And maybe milk and honey doesn't really flow down from the mountains, but I seriously wouldn't be suprised if it did - Santa Barbara is truly a paradise!



But nothing could have prepared me for what it felt like at the end of the week when Eliza and I were ushered back into the sanctuary to the applause, cheering, tears and love of all those wonderful people who were calling me to be their minister! I was so moved that when I opened my mouth to speak - nothing came out. I was speechless, a rare event for a McEmrys! In fact even now words fall short of describing what I see in my mind's eye, so I won't try. Just trust me - it was awesome.



After such a long journey from Portland, Oregon to Meadville Lombard in Chicago to Denver for internship and a year of interim-ship it is hard (and wonderful) to believe that very soon Eliza and I will be SETTLED - living somewhere long enough to make planting things seem like a good idea - living and growing with a community and knowing all the while that there is no where else I would rather be and no reason in the world why I cannot, should not, will not stay for a good long time! It's like a Spring harvest.

It's kind of surreal being back here at my desk in Denver. Although I love it here and will miss the people I serve, the friends I have made and the mountains that have been my neighbors - a big part of me is already in Santa Barbara, just waiting for the rest of me to catch up. I am bilocated.

So we'll be moving (again....) in the beginning of July. I don't officially start work until August 15th, so until then we will be settling in, having a good visit with my kids and other friends and family - and just sort of hanging out and enjoying life for a while. I haven't had a real vacation for a long time, so I can hardly wait for this one!

In the meantime, there is still plenty to do here in Colorado, some of which I ought to get back to right about now. So back to work it is.

UUNITED Hangs Tough (don't we always?)

Well, last night's game was not exactly how I envisioned my return to the soccer pitch after an almost three month long search and weather-related layoff. After rain throughout the day the sky finally cleared, the sun came out and it was fine soccer weather.

But alas, as seems to happen at least once every season, a ton of our players couldn't make the game - sickness, injury, working late, out of town - all of these (excuses, excuses!) conspired to leave a rag-tag group of nine of us standing around the pitch with dread in our eyes as the match began.

Soccer, as you might know is a game with two sides of eleven players on the pitch at a time, so we were not even able to field a full team - much less have some subs around so we could catch a breather now and then!

Just for perspective, our roster is usually around 20 players, which allows for people to miss games now and then while still leaving us plenty of fresh legs to run around on. So having only nine players was pretty weird, especially since we had done everything we could to recruit some extra warm bodies to come help us out.

But anyway...

We took the field, and were cheered when Shaun trotted onto the field, taking our number up to ten. There was a strong wind at our backs, and we took immediate advantage, racing up the field on our still-fresh legs for four strong goals in the first half. We would need every one of those early goals to see us through, however, as we were all starting to get increasingly tired after halftime, while our opponents had a full team plus three subs to run at us.

We only managed to score once more in the second half, while they scored three more times, bringing the score to 5-4 with us barely clinging to what had once seemed like an insurmountable lead. At one point I overheard Shaun ask the ref how many minutes were left (by that time we were counting every second!), but I couldn't hear what the ref said. I called over, "Shaun, how many minutes left? and he just looked back at me with a somewhat grim expression and said, "Too many!"

That pretty much summed it up. We did hold on to win 5-4, and went out for some food and drink to celebrate after. Everything tastes better after a win.

I am feeling it today though - even my elbows are sore, although that might have something to do with the increasingly physical defense I was playing as the game wore on...Overall, I would definately not have chosen my first game back to be so gruelling - but it really was a blast, sore bones and all.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Rise and Shine!


They say art imitates life, but this is just too much... Yes, this is how I wake up pretty much every morning - well maybe there are no baseball bats. You see, the problem is that our cats are all on diets these days. Tippy, Pumpkin and Gabriel are all getting on a bit (not that I would ever dare to say that to them!), and now that their primary hobbies include napping, moving to find some better sun, and then curling up in said sun for more napping, Eliza and I have had to put all three gentlemen on "slimming" diets.

They eat twice a day, at 8am and 8pm - not counting the food they steal from our Golden Retriever Willow, who is still enough of a puppy that her dish is always full (oh how the injustice of that burns our cats sense of superiority!). As far as I can tell, getting fed early has become the one great mission in life for all three of them. This isn't such a big deal in the evening - I can pretty much resist the icy stares, the indignant meows and even Tippy's patented "dozer" protest, which consists of headbutting things off the kitchen table until we feed him. Yes indeed, I can meet the cold stares with indifferent resolve (most of the time, anyway) - but the mornings are a completely different story!

The cats begin their nightly campaign about 90 minutes before meal time. So they start to get warmed up around 6:30pm for dinner - and 6:30am or earlier for breakfast. Now 6:30am is when I am typically trying to soak up the last few minutes of precious sleep before my workday begins. You'd think they would respect that. But do they care that I work late most nights and need all the rest I can get?

Nope.

I could go into detail about the elaborate (nay, diabolical)plans they hatch to wake me up every morning, but I think the video above pretty much covers it - with one important difference - - - the lucky human in the video only has ONE cat to cope with - I have THREE of them, acting in concert!

This morning was particularly bad.

It is now 8:40pm, and there they are - standing at my feet staring at me greedily, implacably. They know perfectly well that they have already been fed, but here they are looking at me with eyes that say, "But we're soooo hungry! If we die of starvation, it's on your head, McEmrys!" And now Gabriel, my Siamese cat, who is strong in the ways of the Force, is trying to fix me with his cold blue eyes..."Be in my eyes", he purrs, "Be in my eyes...."


But I will be strong. I will. I really will.....

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Eating Dirt

My daughter Zoe is a graceful and quickly growing girl of almost ten. Although not afraid to get good and dirty on occasion, she increasingly prefers to feel clean and to look good – often by carefully accessorizing with as many feathers and sparkles as possible.

But it was not always so.

When she was a very little girl (as opposed to the burgeoning ‘tween’ I see sprouting up before my eyes), Zoe liked to eat dirt. Not just boring old everyday backyard dirt all by itself, mind you – but rather dirt as a condiment – a soft dusting like brown powdered sugar coating the smooth round pebbles she couldn’t get enough of. Zoe would hunt for these perfect stones or mummified pieces of wood with all the care of a truffle hunter.

They had to be just so.

Once she found a good one – into her mouth it would go like a forbidden treasure. And forbidden they were, as (without any particularly convincing rationale) her mother and I would make her spit them out whenever we caught her and then shoo her into the house to rinse out her mouth.

Zoe got pretty good at hiding the dirty pebbles in her mouth, and could even hold full conversations without giving herself away. But there was always one sure giveaway - a faint dirt-ring around her otherwise secretive mouth. That, combined with a somewhat furtive cast to her eyes would almost always result in an exchange like this:

“Zoe, do you have a rock in your mouth?”
“No.”
“Really? You are sure there’s nothing in there?”
“Nope.”
“Open your mouth.”
“Noooo!”
“Come on, Zoe – open up.”

And so on.
I’m sure this kind of exchange is all-too familiar to some of you out there.

The reason I am writing about this today is because I have always cherished these memories. To this day, there is something in me that associates dirt-eating with something innocent and mysterious – something incomprehensible to adults yet packed with hidden secrets and inscrutable meanings. It reminds me of my daughter, and fills me with love.

(And honey, if you are reading this I hope it isn’t too embarrassing!)
But this week, dirt-eating came back to me in a much darker way, reminding me of all the blessings in my life that make dirt-eating something I think about with warmth and a vague sense of nostalgic yearning.

Jonathan Katz, of the Associated Press, recently filed a story with the unbearably grim headline, “Poor Haitians Resort to Eating Dirt.” His story unearths (forgive my gallows humor there) some of the human costs of skyrocketing global food prices on the poor – who now, as always, make up the majority of the human race. You can read his article in full here: http://www.usatoday.com/news/world/2008-01-29-haiti-dirt_N.htm

Katz points out that because of a lethal combination of factors – from rising fuel costs to the surge in converting land and crops formerly used for food production to feed the sizzling bio-fuel market – food prices have risen almost 37% globally in the past year and over 40% in Haiti, which is already one of the poorest nations in the world.

So poor Haitians have begun eating dirt.

It’s not just a matter of scattered and especially poverty-stricken people squatting desperately in the dirt, eating compulsively just to feed their endlessly empty stomachs – no – this is a much deeper and more enduring phenomena – so deep and so enduring that a whole industry (such as it is) is growing up around it!

Call it the Dirt-Cookie Industry.
The cookies are made of a more-or-less digestible dirt from the center of the island, which is hauled to markets in many of Haiti’s slums and shanty-towns, where it is mixed with vegetable shortening and salt before being left out to bake in the sun. The cookies are a relative bargain, at about 5 cents each, which is still a significant sum in a country where over 80% of the population lives on less than $2USD per day.

Women bake the cookies on rooftops and then head out into the crowded streets with baskets full of the only kind of meal many of their customers may eat in a week.

And so it goes…

In a world full of appalling news, this one has hit me harder than most. I just can’t get past the contrast between memories of my little girl with an innocent dirt-ring around her mouth – and the brutal, devastating and oh-so guilty dirt-rings that our collective addiction to consumption has consigned so many other little girls to – little girls who may never live to grow up, go to school, fall in love or any of the other things that we can so easily take for granted.

I do believe that we are responsible here. Call it what you will: rising oil prices, fluctuating global markets – whatever. Call it what you will. It still boils down to our endless “First World” appetites. The price of oil rises as we suck it from the Earth to power our empty-bellied cars. But rather than cut our consumption we try to instead increase fuel production, converting food resources into fuel resources. This, combined with our oil-addiction, predictably drives up food prices all over the world – and voila! – the Haitian Dirt-Cookie Industry is born!

Now I know that many of us try hard to live responsibly, even when it is hard. That’s a good thing, and not to be sniffed at. I know we will do more and more and more as we move into the future – but I hope we will begin to do so with an ever-greater sense of urgency because this story, like all stories, reminds me that we are not trying to engage in a struggle to solve abstract problems or “issues” – but to save lives – real living breathing loving lives that hang in the balance right now.

In this regard we are indeed fortunate to live in the time and place that we do. The problems facing our world are complex and multi-faceted, with countless variables to contend with. But how fortunate we are to be born into the one society in the history of the world that has such unprecedented power to affect all those variables and to influence so many outcomes in so many ways!!!

This fills me with hope.

I want to live in a world where if people eat dirt, it is for the same kinds of innocently inscrutable reasons my daughter did so long ago, and not because they will die without it.

I feel grateful and blessed to be right where I am in our society, and not only because of all the privilege I was born with, but because I know I – We – have the power and freedom (and responsibility) to leverage that privilege to transform our lives and our world into one where the idea of a Dirt-Cookie Industry is simply laughable.

Friday, January 18, 2008

“He has considerable advantage over athletes without prosthetic limbs.”

These words, by sports-scientist Gert-Peter Brueggemann, refer to South African runner Oscar Pistorius, who has been doing his level best to qualify for the next summer Olympics, despite the fact that he has no natural legs below his knees.

Pistorius was born without the fibula in his lower legs and with other serious defects in his feet, which led to a double amputation. He now uses special carbon-fiber “Cheetah” legs, which are shaped like the letter “J” – mimicking the speedy feline namesake.

In the last couple years, the young South African has literally leapt onto the big stage of international track and field, where his times make him a serious contender for the Olympic Games.

But wait, there’s a hitch. A big one.

The International Association of Athletics (IAAF) has just ruled that Pistorius will not be allowed to compete in the Olympics no matter how well he runs – because his prosthetic limbs are deemed to give him an unfair advantage over his able-bodied competitors.

Believe me, I do understand all the scientific arguments used to exclude Pistorius. His cheetah legs are brilliantly designed and engineered, built for running in a way that ordinary human legs are not. Sure – I get it.

But I think there is a good deal here that Pistorius’ (presumably) able-bodied judges and critics do not understand about what it is like to live with disability. As someone who lives every day with disability (while certainly not in the same ballpark as Oscar’s), I think I can say with some confidence that nobody who has not experienced the life-long challenges of disability can possibly understand what many of us face every day – things that go far beyond the mechanics of how we get from place to place.

Let me give you a personal example. As some of you may know, I am almost completely paralyzed from the right knee down and partially paralyzed from the left knee down, with spotty paralysis elsewhere in my lower body. This is all the result of a bad bike accident I had as a teenager. Ever since then I have had to wear a variety of hard plastic braces on my right foot to stabilize and protect it. I really can’t do much without them.

Most of the time, my condition puts me at something of a disadvantage in sports. I fence, play tennis, soccer and bike mostly, all sports that are movement and leg intensive. But in soccer, my brace, despite slowing me down and making me somewhat less maneuverable – also gives me certain advantages.

The brace is made of a hard plastic, molded to the back of my calf and the bottom of my foot. So when I kick a soccer ball the right way, my kick is supported and strengthened by the plastic rigidity of the brace inside my shoe. So I can kick with surprising power. But I rarely do this, really boot it – because my foot is paralyzed, and the harder I kick, the harder it is to control the ball – which is already very difficult. Imagine kicking a ball and feeling nothing in your foot or lower leg! So yes, I do have a mechanical strength advantage – but it is an advantage tempered and offset by other very real challenges.

Another advantage I have is also strength-related. In soccer there can be a lot of contact. Lots of scrabbling and jostling for the ball. Accidentally (or sometimes not) kicking an opponent or being kicked is a very regular occurrence – all part of the game. But when someone winds up and gives me a good hard kick to the right leg – their foot will more likely than not connect to the hard plastic shell I wear! The player will often end up holding their bruised toes and grimacing while I go on about my merry way, feeling nothing. Of course the reason I feel nothing is not only because of the brace, but because of my paralysis – which makes me less maneuverable and more prone to injuries (which take way longer to heal than they do for many of my competitors due to lack of circulation). The brace also forces me to work much harder than my opponents because I have to push against the brace with every step – there is only resistance for me, no free movement, nothing easy.

So – I clearly have some mechanical advantages. Should I be kicked out of my local rec. league? Should I join a league for people “like me?”

Once again, I understand that my situation and Pistorius’ is like apples and organs in many ways, and I do not presume to speak for whatever challenges he may face every day, out of public view. But I am quite sure that he has them, whether he wants to share them with his critics or not. Not that they would change their views one whit. Probably his candor would simply leave Oscar feeling humiliated and full of the sense of bitter futility that many people with disabilities report as part of their regular diet.

Should this way of “leveling the playing field” not be extended to its logical conclusions? If people are concerned about Pistorius’ mechanical advantages, then it seems only fair to remove other kinds of advantage as well. What about the level of training and support that American athletes often have compared to athletes from the developing world? In terms of diet, training and financial and material support, don’t American athletes have a ferocious advantage over their fellow-athletes from the Ivory Coast or Haiti, for example?

I recently took my daughter to watch the US Women’s Soccer team play against the Ukrainian National team. It was super fun for both of us, of course, and we were fascinated to see that every single member of the US team were wearing special contact lenses (donated and designed by Nike, I believe) which mitigated all the various effects of the sun! Surely this would have to fall into the category of a serious mechanical and financial advantage.

What is it that makes an amputee’s prosthetic limbs a more serious “advantage” than many of the other advantages that some athletes always seem to have over others!?


It seems likely that Pistorius’ cheetah legs do give him mechanical advantages in some ways, but the road he has to travel, and has had to travel for his whole life are far beyond what most athletes can comprehend. Tireless will, courage, strength and resilience are characteristic of all people who excel in life the way Oscar does – but he has to do it in a society where he must not only overcome his own physical challenges, but the challenges of a profoundly “able-ist” culture.

The human body is glorified everywhere in our culture, but most profoundly at the Olympic Games - and Pistorius has been found wanting. The greater glory and reward must of course go to those who represent the perfection of the human body – not the pursuit of perfection despite the perfectly beautiful and ordinary shortcomings of the human body.

No, that is a completely different category – the Paralympics. Of course Paralympians are every bit as gifted and driven as their Olympian counterparts, and the level of competition is every bit as intense (check out the wonderful documentary “Murderball” for just one example of this). So Pistorius should be content with that right? He should be happy and proud to compete against “his own kind”, not against the best of the best – which sometimes (gasp!) includes people without disabilities!

He wants to run against the best of the best, like every runner does. Seems pretty reasonable to me. And besides, the Paralympics, despite plenty of lip service, needed a lawsuit to force the Olympic Committee to even begin to support the travel and training of Paralympians in the most minimal ways compared to their fellow Olympians. When was the last time you turned on ESPN and saw live coverage and the Paralympics?

Meanwhile, able-bodied athletes are dropping like flies in doping scandal after doping scandal – but many more are not dropping at all, and continue their careers scot free. Other than putting an asterix next to their names in the record books, how has any of this affected Barry Bonds or Mark McGuire? How many millions of their dollars have they had to return to the innocent wallets of the fans?

Congress has been listening with great interest and moral outrage to the findings of the most recent report about doping in baseball, but are any athletes actually being punished, aside from a somewhat tricky PR mess for their handlers to try and rescue them from? Many of these players, in baseball and other sports can continue to cash their immense paychecks and play their games – but Oscar Pistorius is ruled ineligible to compete at all!

Are they afraid that if they allow him to compete, athletes will begin amputating their own limbs to catch up to his competitive advantage? If they are willing to take illegal performance-enhancing drugs that destroy their bodies and their psyches – surely losing a limb would be a small price to pay for victory! Yet I have not heard anything about anyone buying a do-it-yourself amputation kit on the internet. Nobody wants to trade places with Oscar Pistorius. They just want to keep him out of the Olympics.

I would find it all laughable if I were not so offended.

I say let him run. And if he wins – then fine, go ahead and put an asterix next to his name. But let Oscar Pistorius run. Let all of us run.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

That's the Way the Ball Bounces

Hello Sports fans,

On January 8th, your favorite neighborhood UU soccer team played in its first Denver Championship game. Although a couple of our Chicago teams had also made it to the finals, no UUNITED team had ever brought home the (imaginary) trophy - a pattern fated to continue for at least another season.

Yes, we lost. 8-7 in a hard-fought match that we could have (perhaps should have) won had the ball bounced this way instead of that way. We were even cheered on by our very own pep band! John Hubert (music director at First Universalist) and our friend Kevin Lowery kept us pumped with trombone and bugle pep-versions of such favorites as "Spirit of Life."

But alas, it was not to be...

Still, we finished in second place, and were rewarded with the dubious honor of being promoted to the first division, where we will likely be playing against a whole new level of competition. So far though, being in the upper division has been pretty nice. We are undefeated after one glorious match - that our opponents didn't show up for (literally)!

So instead of a formal match, our team divided up and had a good tough intra-squad scrimmage for an hour, which definately beats trying to practice on our usual field, which (as I look at it from my office window) is covered in ice, snow and lots and lots of goose poop.

On a related note to all you loyal fans out there - my sources inform me that our UUNITED Pep band is putting together a much more ambitious song list for this season, including many of the hits that made high school pep rallies so...er...unforgettable. So watch the Unigram for our season schedule - be there or be square.

Aaron