By Julie McCurdy
The Great American TARP Tour was a session of workshops and demonstrations organized by the Western Regional Advocacy Project. Volunteers and staff from Street Roots and Sisters of the Road participated, including Julie McCurdy, in the weekend full of events in San Francisco.
It occurred to me in the middle of the Great American TARP Tour in San Francisco last month that this was one of those moments. You know, one of those moments that, years from now, I’ll look back and say, “this was the moment.” This was the moment that the real possibilities of a nationwide movement could actually happen. And it sure did scare the shit right out of me because with possibility comes a whole lot of work and responsibility.
We are learning that events like this don’t just randomly appear and success is not a foregone conclusion. That takes months of prep work and long conversations on phones that may or may not be working properly.
At first when I saw people gathering, my nerves got tight and my lungs refused to replenish themselves; numbed by the thought that I might actually use them in a chant. I took a moment to look around for my courage. My next thought was, “Oh, dear God! What have I gotten myself into? This is for real.” And then, this soothing sound of drum beats filtered into my senses (never protest without drums.)
It began with Walter’s hands pounding out rhythms on a drum until fear left and backbone occurred. It stayed in the steady pull of the chants which drowned out doubt. It was in Laveeta’s smiling assurance that yes, we are family in this! It was in Bob standing next to me as I led my first chant. What a rush! It was in Callahan’s crazy grin as he handed me still more information. And it was in the notion that—hell, yes—Paul was right!
Then it occurred to me that we are our only limitation in the changes we seek to make. We have the same access to knowledge that powerful politicians do. We have far more practical solutions and we have motivation. Poverty does that to a person’s perspective. When the pain of where we’re at overcomes the fear of where we’re going, change can occur. All we have to do is stand. Stand and educate ourselves around the issues. We have the means to do that.
We need to be able to move past personality and get to the meat and the bones of these issues. If we can unite and learn to stand past all the bullshit then we have a shot at getting to watch the next generation of Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, and Angela Davis. We have the opportunity to become a part of something bigger than ourselves and our own petty little concerns.
But this is where it gets dicey in my head. I think we have to educate ourselves to the point where every person in this community can speak to the issues and knows how to educate others.
We could start with the Western Regional Advocacy Project’s “Without Housing” manual, which is the best demystifier of the defunding of affordable housing that I know of, and then we can go from there. We need to look towards broad-based outreach for the purpose of solidarity. Look, Folks, housed or unhoused, the lack of affordable housing affects us all and so do issues of poverty. It makes sense to me now to figure out different solutions. The truth is that the system is too broken to save us, so we have to learn to stand together and save ourselves. The system that we counted on is now being used to oppress us and we continue to let it as long as we don’t take steps to create a different way of being and seeing things. The bottom line is that there is a war on poverty. I am in the middle of a war. I don’t care who passes me bullets to defend myself. In this war, our bullets are knowledge, our bombs are solidarity and the front line is perseverance.
For me, the WRAP Congress helped it sink in that we will only succeed when we stand past our own issues and get to what affects us all. When we stand together with each one of us bringing it all to the table, not just what’s comfy or convenient, that is when we can build our power and start to win. I’ve realized that, “Ain’t nothing goin’ down ‘til I becomes WE!” I’ve realized that we are in the beginnings of giving birth to “we.” People get ready! I just watched this happen and I’m ready. Are you?
Julie McCurdy is a housing organizer with Sisters Of The Road, and is formerly homeless. She is also a long-time contributor to Street Roots.