Friday, May 23, 2014

WHAT WORDS WE SEE

I got this idea to write a blog post a week this summer, riffing off a photograph from a show that the youth in our summer program did last summer.  The show was called “Under Construction” (and can be seen at St. Paul’s Lutheran Church, 2742 15th Ave S. in Minneapolis, by appointment. I’ll let you know when it appears elsewhere!) because there were no less than five construction projects going on in our neighborhood last summer.  This summer’s projects have started up already.

The youth also were able to look at the idea of construction in two other ways: nature, and human community.  How are we under construction?  How is the world?  There really are some beautiful photos, which I hope to share with you over the summer.

I started writing this post thinking about the words that were captured in some of the photographs, and how many of them were negative: “Sidewalk Closed” “Bridge Closed” “Stop” “Condemned” “Danger Construction Area Keep Out” “No Trespassing”.

It made me think how many times our young people hear and see those words directed at them: stay out, stay in your place, don’t come in, this is NOT FOR YOU.  Many of our youth are undocumented, or the children of undocumented parents.  That status comes with a kind of roving sign: “You are welcome to work here” (in fact we need your labor) but “You are not welcome to feel welcomed here” (we fear your culture, your language, the way you look, what you may represent about us).

I’ve been teaching poetry to some of these youth, and one theme rises from them over and over: you don’t really see me.  You don’t see me as I am, you don’t want to get to know me, you assume my life is “just like yours” or “totally different than yours” without ever really asking me what my life is like. 

You would think that would lead them to bitterness, but I don’t see that in them.  I see hope, a willingness to explore, and a determination to change things.  They all have incredible stories, and I have been honored to hear them.

Their photo that I chose for this writing is one of a worker holding a hard hat. At least that’s what I thought it was, until I really LOOKED at it.  I think it’s two workers holding a hard hat—the one on the left a woman (I assume, from the nail polish), the one on the left a man (assuming again).  The worker who has worn the hat has seen some work, it seems to me: look at how the “l” and the “a” are scraped off the words “laborers” on the cross.  “Laborers” has become “borers”: boring down into the heart of things, as construction does.  Boring at times, as all labor is.

It’s interesting to me that Local 563 is proclaimed in both church and state: the cross and the flag.  It just begs me to write something about the connection and disconnection between the two this Memorial Day weekend.  But I’m not going to do it.  I am going to ask you to pay attention to how many places of worship will have memorial day messages or celebrations, and how often we’ll be asked to remember and thank veterans.  Then compare that to Labor Day weekend, and see how well the labor movement fares.

But I digress, as is my wont.  What else do you see in the photo?  Why is the orange scraped?  What IS that drawing above “Maverick”.  What are those hands doing today? Why did the youth ask them to hold the hat the way they did?

I hope that we all see some very interesting things this summer, and it leads us to ask some very interesting questions.

Be justice.  Be beauty.


Patrick

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