Reflections on Solidarity

15 Sunday Oct 2023

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Hurricane Idalia hits Florida with 125 mph winds – USA – August 30, 2023
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This is the sixth and final part of my series of reflections on the “c-o-s-m-o-s remedy” proposed in opposition to the “ideology of e-s-c-a-p-e” by Jem Bendell in Deep Adaptation: Navigating the Realities of Climate Chaos (UK/USA 2021).

#1: Reflections on Compassion
#2: Reflections on Openness
#3: Reflections on Serenity
#4: Reflections on Mutuality
#5: Reflections on Oneness

In contrast to the habit of Exceptionalism in e-s-c-a-p-e ideology, which means assuming ‘I am annoyed in this world because much about it upsets me and so I believe I’m better and/or needed…,’ Bendell proposes that Solidarity involves acting from the part of you that knows ‘our common sadness and frustration arise from our mutual love for all life and motivate us towards fairness, justice and healing’ (p. 147).

Solidarity is defined as unity (as a group or class) that produces or is based on community of interests, objectives, and standards (Merriam-Webster Dictionary). As he so often does, Bendell calls us to look at the essence of what drives our shared sense of solidarity as a group or class.

For some unknown reason, I do not use the word ‘solidarity.’ Yet, I’m very familiar with the word since my childhood growing up in then British Guiana during the 1950s and 1960s. Whenever I hear the word, I immediately recall the song “Solidarity Forever” that played every day on our local radio stations. Though I don’t remember the verses, I can still sing the chorus:

Solidarity forever!
Solidarity forever!
Solidarity forever!
For the Union makes us strong!

I later learned that it was the anthem of the workers’ unions, mainly the agricultural workers, who were fighting for better wages, workplace safety, and living conditions. Could it be that I associate the word with its negative images of danger to one’s safety?

In those early days of my youth, the managers and owners of the sugar plantations and factories across the colony were hostile towards striking workers. They were known to hire thugs to terrorize the workers on the picket line. To join picket lines in a show of solidarity came with the risk of losing one’s job, being beaten, teargassed, or even killed. Such risks did not change when we became an independent nation in May 1966.

Father Bernard Darke SJ (left) flees from armed thug (bottom right) – Guyana – July 14, 1979
Photo Credit: Wikipedia from Jesuits.org.uk

On Saturday morning, July 14, 1979, after celebrating Mass and having his breakfast, Father Bernard Darke SJ spent the morning marking examination papers at the Catholic high school where he taught the Scriptures and Mathematics. As Scouts Master, the British Jesuit priest also made plans with some of the scouts for their annual camp. At the request of the Editor of the Catholic Standard newspapers, he had his cameras with him to take photos of a political demonstration to be held outside the Magistrates’ Court.

During a period of civil rebellion against the dictatorship government, leading members of the opposition party Working People’s Alliance (WPA) had been arrested and charged with burning down the building housing the Ministry of National Development. As peaceful demonstrators marched along the street heading towards the court, Father Darke stood on the sidelines, in front of the school building, taking photographs.

The demonstrators were about 65 feet (20 meters) away from him when thugs, armed with wooden staves, cutlasses, and knives, charged into the picket line. The crowd scattered in all directions. Father Darke captured the confusion with his camera. Across the two-lane roadway, three men attacked the Assistant Editor of the Catholic Standard newspapers, who was covering the story. After receiving a blow to the head, the Assistant Editor fell to the ground, bleeding. In taking photos of the attack, Father Darke became the next target. He tried fleeing to safety, but the two cameras slung around his neck slowed him down. After beating him to the ground with wooden staves, one of the three assailants stabbed him in the back with an old bayonet. That evening, shortly after 6:00 p.m., he died in hospital from a ruptured lung.

Serving in the Guyana Mission since 1960, Father Bernard Darke SJ (1925-1979) was a quiet man who did not seek attention. He served in the Royal Navy during World War II and joined the Jesuit Order in 1946. His killing in broad daylight shook us all in the Catholic community.

Working for change in unjust social, economic, and political systems involves taking life-changing risks. Solidarity can come with a steep price. I don’t join picket lines or take part in mass public demonstrations. I lack such courage. I prefer to contribute in quiet ways: speaking out, making posters and banners, spreading awareness, listening to and engaging with others, and changing my behavior.

Solidarity in our fight to save Earth’s pollinators and other endangered species!
Solidarity in our fight for clean air and clean water!
Solidarity in our fight to end humanity’s dependence on fossil fuels!
Solidarity makes us strong!

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Thought for Today: Summer 2023 Hottest on Record

08 Sunday Oct 2023

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NASA Earth Observatory image by Lauren Dauphin, based on data from NASA’s Goddard Institute for Space Studies.

Summer of 2023 was Earth’s hottest since global records began in 1880, according to scientists at NASA’s Goddard Institute of Space Studies (GISS) in New York.

The months of June, July, and August combined were 0.41 degrees Fahrenheit (0.23 degrees Celsius) warmer than any other summer in NASA’s record, and 2.1 degrees F (1.2 C) warmer than the average summer between 1951 and 1980. August alone was 2.2 F (1.2 C) warmer than the average. June through August is considered meteorological summer in the Northern Hemisphere.

This new record comes as exceptional heat swept across much of the world, exacerbating deadly wildfires in Canada and Hawaii, and searing heat waves in South America, Japan, Europe, and the U.S., while likely contributing to severe rainfall in Italy, Greece, and Central Europe.

Excerpt from NASA Release on September 14, 2023: “NASA Announces Summer 2023 Hottest on Record,” Goddard Institute of Space Studies (GISS), New York, USA.

California: My Summer Garden Highlights

01 Sunday Oct 2023

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Neighbor’s Garden – Summer 2023 – Los Angeles – Southern California

Gone are the days when I could spend hours soaking up the summer heat at the beach. Nowadays, I risk suffering from heat stress, as occurred on two occasions during a heatwave in July. To get out for my weekly chores meant leaving home after 4 p.m. when temperatures became bearable. Mind you, even then, I couldn’t forget my hat and a bottle of lifesaving ice-cold water. Worse still, I had to reduce my weekend gardening hours to just two hours from 5 to 7 p.m.

Thanks to an unusually wet winter, after several years of drought, our plants responded well to the excessive heat. In August, Tropical Storm Hilary also drenched us with two days of steady rainfall and cooled us down, if just for a while. The Propeller or Crassula Falcata succulent plant stole the show with its spectacular red blooms. A gift from a former neighbor who moved out last year, the plant (shown on the left) produced five blooms this year, compared to two last year. The Propeller plant, shown on the right in its early stage, is a young plant I bought last year that has flowered for the first time.

Propeller (Crassula Falcata) Succulent – Summer 2023
Propeller (Crassula Falcata) Succulent – Summer 2023

A new neighbor, who moved in last year, transformed his plot with a metal bench and added several potted plants. The flowers he planted for summer added joyful color to our garden. (See captioned photo.) How wonderful to have another garden enthusiast among us!

The garden featured below belongs to another neighbor and friend, a working mother of a seven-year-old daughter, who caught the gardening bug some years ago. In a once-neglected area of our courtyard, she has created a garden that changes colors with the seasons.

Located near the rear entrance/exit, her apartment is unique in having a two-panel glass wall, instead of a window, in her dining room area. As shown in the photo on the right below, she has taken advantage of the afternoon sunlight to set up an indoor garden. With its wide variety of plants, her garden is a delight to explore.

Rat Tail Cactus – Summer 2023
Neighbor’s Indoor Garden – Summer 2023

The Writer’s Life: Memorializing a Simple Woman

24 Sunday Sep 2023

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Market Greetings – Painting Oil on Canvas by Guyana-born Artist Joy Richardson
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Chapter Four of my work in progress presents the second portrait of a woman in my life. Auntie Katie was an inextricable part of my childhood. She lived in the adjacent flat in the tenement yard, where we shared the same toilet and bathroom. Unlike other neighbors in the yard, she did not complain if we were too noisy. Perhaps, she considered that we already had our fair share of corporal punishment.

For some reason, she tolerated my curiosity and treated me with kindness. I liked and respected her. In her simple and quiet manner, she taught me that the color of our skin did not matter. What was in our heart mattered. How we treated others, even the little ones, mattered. Though she has been long gone from the world of the living, she remains close to my heart.

In Chapter One of my debut novel, Under the Tamarind Tree, she makes a small appearance as herself. More importantly, she became the inspiration for my most beloved character, Mama Chips, the protagonist’s surrogate mother following his mother’s death when he was thirteen years old.

The period described in Chapter Four is the 1950s and 1960s in then British Guiana.

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Poem “Ears of Dew” by Brazilian Poet Fabrício Carpinejar

17 Sunday Sep 2023

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Brazilian Poet Fabrício Carpinejar
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My Poetry Corner September 2023 features the poem “Ears of Dew” (Ouvidos de Orvalho) by Brazilian poet, writer, journalist, and columnist Fabrício Carpinejar from his award-winning 2002 poetry collection Biography of A Tree (Biografia de Uma Árvore).Born in 1972 in Caixas do Sul in Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil’s southernmost state, he is the third of four children of the poets Maria Carpi and Carlos Nejar. At nine years old, after his parents separated, he was raised by his mother.

Growing up in a home with a large library, the young Fabrício was free to explore any book that aroused his interest. “At 7 years old I was already a poet. I have always been excessively distracted,” Carpinejar told journalist Marcio Renato dos Santos during an interview for the Public Library of Paraná in August 2017. “Imagine, I am the son of two poets, so at home the language was metaphor. We spoke in metaphors, in figures of speech. I see people speaking objectively, but that’s not my idiom. I was raised in another environment. And I’ve always been a basement child, a tree child. There are children who have pets, I had a tree. A plum tree, lived in it, it was mine and no other brother could climb it. It was where I hid to cry, when I was angry, etc. This is a poetic distraction. So I’ve always been weird. And weirdness is a poetic gift.”

The blossoming poet moved to Porto Alegre, the state capital, where he studied journalism at the Federal University of Rio Grande do Sul, graduating in 1995. Upon launching his first book of poetry in 1998, he began signing his name as Carpinejar, the combination of his parents’ surnames. In 2002, following the success of his first four poetry collections, he became a master in Brazilian Literature at his alma mater.

Set in the year 2045, Carpinejar’s fourth poetry collection Biography of A Tree begins on his 73rd birthday when he settles his accounts with God. “It’s an intimate apocalypse,” he told Rogério Eduardo Alves during an interview for the Folha de S. Paulo in September 2002.  “The poetry [in the collection] is the ear of the tree, the ear of the dew, the hearing of hesitations and small defeats. God does not speak; man fills his silence and squanders his name to relieve himself of his own judgment. I combat the easy idea of transcendence in Brazilian poetry. God appears in the book in the second person and always in lower case, in direct treatment, shoulder to shoulder. In the end, God is fired for just cause. To be fired is the contemporary and possible death of God, an evolution of death described by Nietzsche. To fire God is like taking away his market functionality, the productivity of his days, his guardianship over our destiny.”

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Reflections on Oneness

10 Sunday Sep 2023

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Flooding following Tropical Storm Hilary – Death Valley National Park – California/USA – August 2023
Photo Credit: USA National Park Service (NPS/ N. Bernard)

This is the fifth in my six-part series of reflections on the “c-o-s-m-o-s remedy” proposed in opposition to the “ideology of e-s-c-a-p-e” by Jem Bendell in Deep Adaptation: Navigating the Realities of Climate Chaos (UK/USA 2021).

#1: Reflections on Compassion
#2: Reflections on Openness
#3: Reflections on Serenity
#4: Reflections on Mutuality

In contrast to the habit of Progress in e-s-c-a-p-e ideology, which involves thinking and feeling that ‘the future must contain a legacy from me, or make sense to me now, because if not, then when I die, I would die even more…,’ Bendell proposes that Oneness awareness involves sensing ‘what is important is how I live more lovingly right here and now, without needing to believe that I matter or am improving’ (pp.146-147).

Oneness is defined as the quality or state or fact of being one: such as singleness, integrity/wholeness, harmony, identity, and unity/union (Merriam-Webster Dictionary). The oneness that Bendell refers to is much deeper in meaning: that feeling of interconnectedness that expands our awareness of the inherent goodness of all beings. We feel part of something greater. We see beauty everywhere, in everyone, and everything.

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Thought for Today: Climate Change Threat to Human Systems

03 Sunday Sep 2023

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Front Cover: All Hell Breaking Loose: The Pentagon’s Perspective on Climate Change by Michael T Klare
Photo Credit: Macmillan Publishing Group (2019)

[T]he American military leadership has devised its own distinctive analysis of the climate change threat to U.S. and world security. In contrast to scientific and environment assessments, which tend to begin with warming’s threat to vulnerable wildlife and natural habitats, the military’s analysis begins with the threat to human systems—both physical (energy infrastructure, medical facilities, communication and transportation networks) and organizational (governments, public services, community organizations). From this perspective, climate change presents its greatest harm not by hastening the extinction of endangered species but by decimating the vital systems upon which our communal life depends. When those systems fail, chaos and conflict ensue, triggering waves of human migrations and the violent resistance they often provoke. “Destruction and devastation from hurricanes can sow the seeds for instability,” former secretary of defense Chuck Hagel once explained. “Droughts and crop failures can leave millions of people without any lifeline, and trigger waves of mass migrations.”

Excerpt from All Hell Breaking Loose: The Pentagon’s Perspective on Climate Change by Michael T. Klare, Henry Holt and Company, New York, USA, 2019 (pp. 234-235).

Michael T Klare, the author of fifteen books, is the Five College Professor Emeritus of Peace and World Security Studies at Hampshire College and a senior visiting fellow at the Arms Control Association. He holds a B.A. and M.A. from Columbia University and a PhD from the Graduate School of the Union Institute. He has written widely on U.S. military policy, international peace and security affairs, the global arms trade, and global resource politics. He lives in Northampton, Massachusetts.

Learn More:

U.S. National Intelligence Council, National Intelligence Estimate: Climate Change and International Responses Increasing Challenges to US National Security Through 2040, released 2021.

Department of Defense, Office of the Undersecretary for Policy (Strategy, Plans, and Capabilities). Department of Defense Climate Risk Analysis. Report Submitted to National Security Council. 2021.

The Writer’s Life: Difficulty in Telling True Stories of Women Close to My Heart

27 Sunday Aug 2023

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Cactus Plant – A Gift from Mother
Photo taken in Rosaliene’s Garden

Chapter Three of my work in progress presents the first portrait of a woman in my life: my mother. As the most influential person in shaping my self-identity and vision of the world, I could not neglect to tell her story. Moreover, given the current reality of our lives as women in 21st century America, where conservative legislators and the women who support them have forced us back into the 1950s and 1960s, my mother’s story becomes even more relevant.

The first draft of this chapter was written in February 2017, shortly after my mother disowned me as her daughter. In revising this chapter six years later during a period of grief, following her death a year ago on August 22nd, I’ve come to realize how much of my mother’s own pain and loss I’m still carrying.

Given my closeness to the subject, I found it difficult to tell her story without bias or judgement. My objective stance faltered during the narration of intense interactions cited in the portrait. Though I know very little of her life over the thirty years of our separation, my siblings have all shared stories of the terror they had endured. Despite my questions, none of them have been forthcoming about the incident or event that unleashed her rage against them and their spouses. My turn came later, following our reunion in 2003.

The story’s time frame is not linear. Prompted by Mother’s tendency to uproot the past during our conversations, the narrative moves back and forth between our time together in Guyana and in Los Angeles, Southern California. Do let me know if you find this confusing.

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“Betty” – Poem by Caribbean Poet Ian McDonald

20 Sunday Aug 2023

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Caribbean (Trinidad/Guyana) Poet Ian McDonald
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My Poetry Corner August 2023 features the poem “Betty” by Ian McDonald from his poetry collection New and Collected Poems 1957-2017 (UK, 2018). Born in the Caribbean Island of Trinidad in 1933, Ian McDonald is a poet, novelist, dramatist, and non-fiction writer. After moving to then British Guiana in 1955, he made his home there until his eighties when he migrated to Canada to be close to his children and grandchildren.

Born into a white family of power and privilege, the young Ian fell in love with literature and writing as a schoolboy. In 1955, after graduating from Cambridge University in England with a Bachelor of Arts Honors Degree in History, he began working with Bookers Ltd., then owners of the British Guiana sugar estates/plantations, where he rose to the position of Director of Marketing & Administration. When the company was nationalized in 1976, McDonald remained as the Administrative Director of the newly formed Guyana Sugar Corporation (GuySuCo) until his retirement in 1999. Following his retirement, he spent the next eight years (2000-2007) as the CEO of the Sugar Association of the Caribbean, located in Georgetown, Guyana.

McDonald’s contributions to the development and promotion of Guyanese and Caribbean literature, theater, and sports are impressive and memorable. How did he ever find time to write poetry? In an article “A Love of Poetry” for the Guyana Chronicle in September 2014, he said of his writing process: “Occasionally a poem emerges in the consciousness fully formed and can be dislodged from there onto paper with a shake of the pen. Mostly what occurs is a sense of something needing to be said, a couple of lines in the head, perhaps just a phrase, and the accumulation of a poem begins and goes on with many fits and starts and adjustments, abandonments and reformulations….”

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Reflections on Mutuality

13 Sunday Aug 2023

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Maui Wildfires – Hawaii – August 8, 2023
Photo Credit – Meg Godlewski/Hawaii Civil Air Patrol

This is the fourth in my series of reflections on the “c-o-s-m-o-s remedy” proposed in opposition to the “ideology of e-s-c-a-p-e” by Jem Bendell in Deep Adaptation: Navigating the Realities of Climate Chaos (UK/USA 2021).

#1: Reflections on Compassion
#2: Reflections on Openness
#3: Reflections on Serenity

In contrast to the habit of Autonomy in e-s-c-a-p-e ideology, which involves thinking and feeling ‘I must be completely separate in my mind and being, because otherwise I would not exist…,’ Bendell proposes that Mutuality involves remembering ‘as this world has produced me and societies have shaped me, I will question all my understandings and ways of relating with others’ (p.146).

Mutuality is defined as a positive, interactive relationship between two or more individuals. There’s a sense of giving and receiving in a reciprocal way. It also involves acknowledging the sameness or equality in the other person, while appreciating the difference in the other’s experience. As Bendell notes, mutuality calls us to understand the other.

In his article “The Importance of Mutuality,” American psychotherapist Dr. Jason B. Fischer notes: “To cultivate mutuality in a relationship, we have two main choices. We can either transform the way another person feels about us (by relating to them in a new way) or we can transform the way we feel about them.”

Reflecting on my relationships over the years, including my failed marriage, I have not done so well when it comes to mutuality of shared feelings and wants. Only six relationships fall into that special category. Since I have no control over the way others feel or think of me, I worked at understanding the other’s position and needs. In the past, such relationships were only successful for as long as I was willing to give freely under the terms of the individual or group.

While relationships of mutuality are not common in my life, I have found other ways to collaborate with others who share mutual interests and goals. I struggle to understand the lack of respect, anger, hate, and violence towards the “other.” I struggle to understand the beliefs and stance of those who deny mounting evidence that humanity is facing a global climate and ecological existential crises.

Is understanding the “other” enough to narrow the divide?

Over twelve years ago—during a tough time juggling our family budget, following the 2007-2008 Global Financial Crisis—an angel entered my life. Angeletta (fictitious name), a neighbor’s eighteen-month-old daughter, came running towards me across the lawn with arms outstretched like a swan in flight. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees and held her to my heart, now light as a butterfly.

From a distance, Angeletta’s mother looked on without a word. During the month that followed, my little angel remained housebound. What had I done wrong? Had I overstepped my boundaries by hugging her child? Was the white American mother racist?

Distressed, I called my white American friend for counsel. “Take it easy,” my friend told me. “Some mothers are very possessive, especially with their first child.”

With respect for her mother’s stance, I never again hugged my darling Angeletta. From behind their closed grill door, she would call out to me by name every time she saw me. Over time, with mutual understanding and shared interests, her mother and I became friends. Angeletta became my gardening companion. I was saddened when they moved out-of-state.