Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Belatedly, on honoring Dr. King in today's working


Warning: in addition to mention of unarmed truth and universal love and this blog post contains references to blood sacrifice, survival cannibalism, communion in the Barclay sense of the holy spirit moving among many people at once,  the sensibilities of a Friend raised Quaker, and terms of several different registers referring to the police. If you would rather stick to unarmed Truth and unconditional love, click away before the second heading.

 

If you desperately wish RantWoman would just STFU in whatever medium she appears, please note that RantWoman considers electronic requests to be held in the light, for instance at the beginning of a blog post or email, just as holy as the ones delivered live in Meeting For Worship. Now what can RantWoman do to communicate how much a sense of spiritual accompaniment matters, how deeply confident RantWoman is that there is an abundance of what is needed among our community as a whole even if …? And will RantWoman ever freaking figure out how to find a good editor?

 

 

On HONORING Dr. King


 

After worship, in coffee hour.

“How do you spell her name?”

 

“I-j-e-o-m-a O-l-u-o. The article I talked about is on Medium.com”

Thought bubble: Ooh, ooh, ooh. Thank you so much for asking. Score another one for Ijeoma! RantWoman previously gave a message rising from her Twitter streams and collected from a young Friend information responsive to the Twitter thread but this time the circumstances were more piquant, less conducive to immediate tending.  RantWoman was rightly led in worship even if her message did not get to the part about love in the original article.

 

At close of worship:  Madame Clerk who faithfully maintains careful efforts to have Friends hold our history and privilege spoke  of an African American woman named Ruby Tibbs whose life is so far weakly documented in Meeting lore beyond the fact that she worked for the American Friends Service Committee after World War II.

 

 

During Worship.


…”This week we honor Martin Luther King’s birthday. I read this article by local author Ijeoma Oluo about being asked to speak at the annual Martin Luther King County celebration but really not wanting to CELEBRATE lingering inequity after lingering inequity. But we can HONOR Dr. King by….

 

 

From the speech RantWoman referred to.

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final say.”

 

Celebrate is not the word that comes to mind.

 


 

 

And to the Friends who think God should send messages only in 30-second blops and do not read blogs, if it takes God THREE WHOLE MINUTES to deliver something powerful and profound and complete, WHAT THEN?

 

In RantWoman’s case, all honoring Dr. King might mean this year is listening to the titles and authors of books about Barack Obama on the NLS BARD website and noting, Good lord, there were a lot of racist opinions penned during that presidency.

 

 

RantWoman was trying to forgive HERSELF for what little she could do this year to honor the MLK holiday. However RantWoman is also a judgmental witch when it comes to other people.

 


And another thing


“There is a committee in NPYM working on the minute on eradicating racism …”

“But did you go to the threshing session….?”

“No, did you?”

 

RantWoman’s Excessively Plain English to Quakerese filter faltered badly in the moment; she is just going to leave a whole bunch of thought bubbles here like pins on a Google map. Invitation needed to fill some of the thought bubbles?

 

RantWoman has also heard that the threshing session was fruitful.  RantWoman is interested to hear more because, among other things, the threshing session did not fit into RantWoman’s schedule

 

 

Voice in RantWoman’s head:  What do you mean you live in ATLANTA and just want a day off?  Wait, Look RantWoman just because YOU were awed to be able to buy Martin Luther King postcards late at night one time in the Atlanta airport does NOT mean everyone else you know has to have the same level of awe. It does NOT.

 

Communion 1


RantWoman is really enjoying a young Friend’s account of learning to pray, as presented last week in Adult Religious Education. Part of learning to pray: her grandfather was a minister. Her father was a confirmed atheist, with thoughts like “They drink the blood of Christ. How gross is that?”

 

RantWoman remembers being new to Friends and being THRILLED that there was space in community conversation both for the thought that communion is a bizarre cannibalistic ritual and for the anthropology of blood sacrifice and survival cannibalism. RantWoman also appreciated being relieved of the need to debate both transsubantiation as metaphor and real wine vs grape juice. Should RantWoman need more of such discussions RantMom’s  Presbyterian forays into the applied physics of what gluten free products can safely be dunked into the communal communion by intinction vessel are more than enough raw material.

 


Communion 2?


RantWoman is sitting with two other threads from Young Friend’s This I believe origin story, besides her dances of when she as a woman just has to barge into conversation (RantWoman can SO relate) and when she needs to LISTEN.

 

The first thread is about use of the word “cops.” Young Friend spoke of needing a new analysis of racism as a result of going far away to go to college in Baltimore and of paths toward engagement around cops and prison abolition issues. An elderly Friend spoke of being taught never to use the word “cops” and instead always to say “police.” RantWoman’s language nerd brain immediately ran away to her building’s parking lot and questions like “What is 5-0 / the po-po / .. doing in the parking lot today?” The Typical answers: A welfare check? A domestic violence issue? Either way, ) Then RantWoman’s brain wandered back to Adult Ed. RantWoman humbly admits that she usually appreciates elderly Friend’s ability to articulate the sensibilities she was raised with, but that sometimes the sensibilities make RantWoman roll her eyes. RantWoman however thinks it important to have shared discussion and would not have minded if there had been more freedom to work with these points right in Adult Ed.

 

 

The second has to do with leaving the place one is from and yet someone still needing to speak to the people still there. RantWoman is thinking of a whole discussion of tolling two Lake Washington floating bridges at the same time, how much money it would have saved taxpayers, and objections from exactly the place Young Friend is from. Has RantWoman actually strayed far from blood sacrifice even if the question appears to be only transportation policy?

 

What? Barely any survival cannibalism? Stay tuned for another post.

 

 

 

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Peacemaking? Plus Cognac and Heavy Metal?




Need to say more of this:


RantWoman means to try to pen some kind of centered statement :


“I am sorry I hurt you. I am called to speak Truths. I can try to find gentler vocabulary but the call to speak remains. Further RantWoman believes in a God more than powerful enough to help people handle …That is NOT the same as God calling on RantWoman to hurt people. PS RantWoman’s deepest sense of safety comes from her understanding of a gracious and merciful God, a God RantWoman and everyone else cannot be assumed to be entirely equal to. More to the point, RantWoman does not know whether she can stop the hurting without space to hold conversations TOGETHER as a community, bearing pieces all among us.”



RantWoman SHOULD stop at the above.



Saturday night and the well of snarky runs deep.



RantWoman has been meditating on the phrase “that which does not kill you only makes you stronger.” At this rate, The Incredible Hulk is going to be turning green and popping out of clothes at any moment. For readers who missed out on this late 20th century television great, first a bit of history from Wikipedia—and a truly outrageous-sounding bar drink



The Incredible Hulk according to Wikipedia


A truly fearsome sounding Cognac-based drink, just in time for the 100th anniversary of Prohibition












 


Snark yet AGAIN.



Would “Doomed Quaker Sex Cult” be a good name for a Quaker Heavy Metal band?


How many Quaker heads might explode just from the thought of a Quaker Heavy metal band?”


Consider this article 





To be fair, the hero of this article is identified as a Quaker abolitionist but the label is attached with only minimal reference to Quaker Practice. Even a Quaker Heavy Metal Band would need to practice.









Sunday, January 20, 2019

George Lakey on Quakers

George Lakey recently did a workshop at RantWoman's Meeting. RantWoman thought of just showing up despite electronic bulletins that the event was full. RantWoman was not led to do that but the Workshop came to RantWoman anyway via email.

RantWoman has two basic messages, though they come packaged in lots of different narratives. RantWoman keeps challenging Friends to listen to her messages over time and identify the themes RantWoman is most consistently to offer vocal ministry about.


This message is on the second of RantWoman's themes about candor and help coming from unexpected directions, riffing also on Rantwoman's other main message:  the value of praying and worshipping together across difference.

"George Lakey uses consultants to help his groups to see things they don't
see by themselves.  He says recently a consultant told a successful group
(pressured large bank to stop funding mountain top mining) that they were
too "nice."  He said Quakers come off as too nice and that makes other
people not trust them, because no one is that nice.  He says the consultant
told them they needed to work more on conflict, where they were open about
where they didn't agree but respected each other."

Dispatch from the Cat: Human, I need you to hold it together!

THe Queen of Spades, aka She who has dominion over the RatnWoman Household
Cat on Patrol
Got PTSD? Talk to my Cat.

Warning: if your tolerance for snarky is low, pleas click away to something more soothing. Oops, This is planet RantWoman and soothing is hard to come by. Hold that in the Light.
 

The feline who holds dominion over RantWoman’s household, known on the internet as The Queen of Spades has a very well-wired “go psycho for no reason apparent to RantWoman” brain circuit.
Cat therapy
and
the headphone quest

More interestingly for cats and owners who exalt the cuddle factor, the Queen of Spades, at times of RantWoman emotional distress is more likely than average to bite and scratch, as if to say “Human, I really need you to hold it together.” This can be peculiarly helpful.



To the right, photographic evidence of the latest RantWoman / Queen of Spades dialogue.



RantWoman: Ms. Cat, I need you to get down.



Queen of Spades: I need to cuddle more NOW. (Jumps down. Turns around. Scratches arm)



RantWoman: No. Sorry. (hisses at Queen of Spades)



PS. Anyone who insists on the God as Personal Butler model of diving presence gets randomly to take note of RantWoman's epic quest for headphones that DO NOT have foam on the earpieces.


PPS. RantWoman finds the scratches a little unnerving, but this is RantWoman's right arm. RantWoman is right-handed. The scratches are definitely cat handiwork.

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Theme Song?

Uhhh, RantWoman, if you are going to get all hyper about other people's "Please do not joke about that topic" comments, ummm, may we remind you about your multiconfessional, multilingual, highly nonconsensual flogging bureau? (Type Flogging in the search bar for details)

Noted. And in the event that Divine Grace suddenly fails or RantWoman's level of exhaustion and overwhelm subsides enough to think about actual floggings and ways to clear the millenia-long waitlist, the flogging bureau will need a theme song. The suggestion swam out of RantWoman's media streams recently. RantWoman would be interested in other suggestions.




In light and Faithfulness

RantWoman, Humble Servant

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Anger, filtered slightly


A phone / email conversation, slightly redacted.

 

RantWoman, I don’t think your anger is serving you well.

 

Has it occurred to you that whether or not my anger is serving ME might not be the only point?

 

Say More?

 

(THANK YOU SO MUCH for not just gaslighting!) Did you get the part about different people in Meeting and grab the blind person and bless them? Can you imagine how there might be a nice big reservoir of anger about the topic, before one even throws in reservoirs of anger generously contributed by RantParents  who were decidedly uninsightful and unhelpful about bullying?

 

The reservoir of anger was definitely on RantWoman’s mind when introductions brought out the couple doing the curriculum about touch and consent for 9 and 10 year olds. If that anger helps even one adult work with kids who have mobility aids and that adult gives even one kid permission to speak up and not just tolerate…  it will have done what it is supposed to.

 

A reprise of the gifts from introductions.


 

 

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Book Launch Second Edition of Concrete Mama




book launch
&
panel discussion
 
celebrating the
re-publication of Concrete Mama: Prison Profiles from Walla Walla
 
January 22, 2019
6:00 p.m.  (doors
open at 5:30 p.m.)
 
North Creek
Events Center
 
Light refreshments will be served
 


 




















 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


The University of Washington Libraries, the Washington Prison History Project (      @waprisonhistory), and the University of Washington Press are pleased to invite you to the launch of the expanded new edition of Concrete Mama. The acclaimed photojournalistic collaboration between reporter John McCoy and photographer Ethan Hoffman won the Washington State Book Award in 1982, offering unprecedentedly frank dispatches from inmates’ lives inside the Washington State Penitentiary. Concrete Mama’s long-awaited rerelease contains a new introduction by prison scholar, author, and educator Dan Berger.

 

An on-site exhibit of the late photographer Ethan Hoffman’s striking images of life inside of Walla Walla offers a glimpse of the experiences of incarcerated people during a transitional time in the state’s prison policy. A panel of compelling speakers will discuss imprisonment since the 1980s: 

 

·        John McCoy, the book’s original author

·        Dan Berger, contributor to the new edition

·        Gerard Boseman, UW student, Black Prisoners Caucus

·        Amani Sawari, independent journalist and national spokesperson for Jailhouse Lawyers Speak

·        Ed Mead and Mark Cook, activists both formerly incarcerated at Walla Walla (Mead is featured

in Concrete Mama’s Ch. 9; Cook co-founded the Black Panther Party chapter at the penitentiary)

 

This event will also feature contributions from people currently incarcerated in Washington, and showcase

The Washington Prison History Project: http://waprisonhistory.org/,

presenting scholarship reflecting the history and ongoing reality of mass incarceration,

with materials from the project’s archive:  http://diglib.uwb.edu/wphp.