I have a client originally from Nairobi. She has been here since she was about 8, living in toronto and found herself involved with some bad men. she fled to london and sought out help. i left her for a moment.
when i came back she had a strange smile. then she said 'you have been to africa'. 'yes', i said, 'how did you know?'... 'you left your shoes', she said...'and the elephants'....i explained to her that i've never been very good at keeping my shoes on and that the elephants are my ancestors.
she said 'i can tell that your spirit is good. i feel safe'.
i was wearing my flip flops from tanzania...the ones that the local shoe cobbler thought i was crazy for paying $60 to have re soled...i had worn them out. he told me they weren't worth that much. i told him they were worth that and more and to please just do the fucking work. not one bead has ever fallen off. my magic shoes.
at the school board i would have been written up for wearing footwear that violated a policy...funny how life works...today they helped me save a woman's life.
My Sunday Sermon for y'all...a cop once told me 'we know you hate cops, Wendy'....to which I replied 'You're wrong....I don't hate cops. What I hate is abuse of power, and I will speak up and act out against that until my last breath'. Hamas, no Hamas, PA, no PA, what Israel is doing is WRONG and it must be stopped. There is no peace without justice. I do this work because in spite of ourselves, I still believe in humanity. I believe in love. I believe in reconciliation. Not standard issue government reconciliation, but in the reconciliation that comes when you stand to face to face with another and are able to say 'I see you. I hear you. I believe you. I am sorry.' Israel is nothing but a Zionist lie, perpetuated by greed, anger, fear and bloodlust. It hides behind Judaism like a human shield. The face of Zionism takes many forms in today's world. Know it. Recognize it. Speak out about it. Don't get caught in the propaganda war. Live your truth.
Be slow, my aching heart remember humanity as you approach the woman with mud on her feet cleansing in rain puddles clear your mind and look twice before assuming she is homeless and needing your help and not just out looking for morels on a muddy saturday morning