From my front porch
This is the resurrection story that we did not hear today.
It is night again, and it closes out another Easter. In the quiet of the night, let us uncover and celebrate the resurrection stories right before us in this season of desolation. Yet there are many reasons and places where we can find hope and meaning. We see the vibrant signs of pragmatic hopefulness coming from communities everywhere. We feel the breeze of change in the motions of people of all social locations who are standing up from systemic comas and socio spiritual strangleholds of otherness, and fear. These gallant Americans of all stations in life are walking through walls and the hallways of death created by a certain group of White male guardians to faithfully neighbor and care for each other during this ruthless pandemic. In cities and towns, they are creating Montgomery movement moments and fertilizing hope zones every day. In Wisconsin residents stood in line six feet apart in drizzling rain to vote during their primary. They courageously contested and asserted their right to vote and have voice despite the Republicans’ attempts to use the threat of death as a tool of voters’ suppression. They, as did Black residents in Montgomery, turned their fear of death and the weaponization of it by White rulers and their courts into daring acts of reparation, reconciliation, redemption, restoration, and resurrection. Their actions forged new ground and relationships in this new moment. They laid the foundation for a new community and history where one with each other is connected by a common vision and struggle. No longer fragmented and dismembered, they were in motion from isolation to community where the threat of death could not break their ties with each other! Standing firmly in a new freedom consciousness where neither rulers nor mobs had the power to suppress the freedom fire that was shut up in their bones. Instead, they unleashed this freedom fire and love on the street in voting lines in Wisconsin.
Sadly, many Americans overlooked or missed the hopeful meaning of their resistance. In retrospect, however, we will understand that on that day in Wisconsin residents laid the foundation for a 21st century freedom movement that reaffirms our significant place as stewards of creation and front-line movers of democracy. The community of freedom upbuilders in Wisconsin not only reaffirmed their significance but they established our value in a capitalist technocracy and an era where the guardians of Whiteness reduce us to unessential disposable waste.
It is important that we understand these signs of resistance and resurrection within the necessity and context of the times. When doctors, nurses, orderlies, technicians, clerks, and nurses’ assistants put the treatment and care of patients before their own safety and lives, they are reaffirming the value and dignity of every life. They are engaging in an organized resistance movement against Trump, Republicans and corporate vultures who commodify our lives and bodies while simultaneously reducing us to collateral. They are up building a new day.
When we keep our eyes solely on the Trump administration, members of the Republican Party and power brokers of the corporate technocratic media, they inundate and bury our resurrection stories only with the sounds of despair and powerlessness and images of death. Even when they interpret our stories, they reduce us to objects of powerful men rather than agents of change and children of God. However, when we keep our eyes on the people, we see hope.
In addition to keeping our eyes on the new community of freedom upbuilders. we must monitor the guardians of White nationalism who are the avatars of cruelty, death, and greed.
This is a new day of promise. Your task for tonight is to close your eyes and name the resurrection stories that give you hope. I will share mine tomorrow.
My sisters and brothers good night, and in the calm hopefulness of the night, let us close our eyes and sing these lines from Bob Dylan’s song, “The Times They Are Changing.”
“Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Bob Dylan, “Times Are Changin”