caravan to the border
What would Octavia Butler say? What would she write . . .
I don't know.'
I do know that when I was in the second grade I dreamt about everyone coming out to hold hands. It was a human tapestry that wrapped around the continent for love.
A year or two later when Hands Across America happened, I had a sore ego about what they did to my idea and one of my first lessons in collective consciousness; at the time, homelessness and hunger was not on my radar like it is today. Over the years, I've realized that I had just as much right to inspiration as I have to a tree, a dog or child, and the great thing about that is that I don't have to do all the work.
So, when I was reading about the how the abolitionists in Massachusetts refused to let any fugitive escaping slavery be taken despite the act of Congress that mandated their return to servitude, I started to apply their tactics to immigrants and the communities, like mine, that support all folks without conditions regarding how they got here, even freakin' gentrifiers. I read about the Fugitive Slave Act and John Brown and began to imagine each household trained and committed to protecting our neighbors. I became more of an enthusiast for Sanctuary Cities and (here comes the inspiration) I envisioned "Hands Across The Border" or something like that. I'm not committed to the name but I'm completely down with the vision.
Picture this:
A caravan from every major city in the United States all ultimately headed to various destinations along the border. Along the way, the riders educate communities about Sanctuary Cities and recruit new riders and funders.
We have no Sanctuary Cities in North Carolina. There is an opportunities to do long overdue coalition building with counties neighboring Virginia.
I'm ready to engage sanctuary cities
I don't know.'
I do know that when I was in the second grade I dreamt about everyone coming out to hold hands. It was a human tapestry that wrapped around the continent for love.
A year or two later when Hands Across America happened, I had a sore ego about what they did to my idea and one of my first lessons in collective consciousness; at the time, homelessness and hunger was not on my radar like it is today. Over the years, I've realized that I had just as much right to inspiration as I have to a tree, a dog or child, and the great thing about that is that I don't have to do all the work.
So, when I was reading about the how the abolitionists in Massachusetts refused to let any fugitive escaping slavery be taken despite the act of Congress that mandated their return to servitude, I started to apply their tactics to immigrants and the communities, like mine, that support all folks without conditions regarding how they got here, even freakin' gentrifiers. I read about the Fugitive Slave Act and John Brown and began to imagine each household trained and committed to protecting our neighbors. I became more of an enthusiast for Sanctuary Cities and (here comes the inspiration) I envisioned "Hands Across The Border" or something like that. I'm not committed to the name but I'm completely down with the vision.
Picture this:
A caravan from every major city in the United States all ultimately headed to various destinations along the border. Along the way, the riders educate communities about Sanctuary Cities and recruit new riders and funders.
We have no Sanctuary Cities in North Carolina. There is an opportunities to do long overdue coalition building with counties neighboring Virginia.
I'm ready to engage sanctuary cities
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