The Revolution Is Individual
There’s something brewing in small poverty-stricken cities like Reading, Pennsylvania and in world famous urban dwellings like New York City. It’s a revolution, however small or large it may be. It’s an undoubtedly slow moving, often frustrating, and other times rapidly progressing forward motion that is inching toward a divergent future. It is one of the reasons that without a doubt we are living in a special time, however heartbreaking it may often be. Gentrification is marching on like a mediocre summer anthem that’s annoyingly made its way into the winter months, but those of us with a vested interest in our community are figuring out ways to be the most loving and authentic parts of it. We’re learning about real estate and we’re buying property. We’re repairing relationships and nurturing them back to life. We are in essence, setting up shop – whether we’re learning through trial and error how to write books and grants, or travelling outside of the comforts of our familiar dwellings so that we can find new resources and bring them back home. We’re growing our own food and running for office too.
Yes, we’re makin’ moves, whether we broadcast them or not. But we’re not naïve though, we know that we’re being watched with nervous trepidation. We also know that poverty pimpin’ won’t cease to exist, but us, we’ll continue to learn how to best navigate it. And rightfully so, because we, despite race or ethnicity have been triumphing over poverty for longer than you can remember – those of us who have joyfully opened the oven door on frigid December mornings to heat our homes while simultaneously toasting the last two slices of bread in the loaf. Those who gladly grabbed three oversized saltine crackers and gratefully dipped them in a cup of café con leche to satisfy stomach groans until almuerzo. And those with parents who threw birthday parties for them utilizing an array of methods that included buying, selling, and using food stamps, making the cake and the piñata, and playing low to no cost games like ‘bob for apples’ and pin the tail on the donkey. This is us. We are the revolution. It’s not in government nor is it in organizations, but it is the individuals within these organizations who are revolutionizing cities, towns, worlds and environments – the people who purposely and lovingly infiltrate spaces that are not welcoming to my eternally sun-kissed skin, or my Caucasian brother who identifies as homosexual, or my Dominican sister with a glorious happily nappy afro. This is the new way we rely on government and community, by relying on the individuals within these entities to stand alongside people who just want to be heard and treated equally. This is why the revolution is individual, because it is a series of deliberate actions by individuals that will make conditions better for us all. Together, these individuals ensure that each of us has a seat at the table because they know that we always bring a dish to contribute. Well-seasoned.
And finally, this revolution is being led by individuals who work in tandem with their higher self and the collective because they know that when we help ourselves with intentions aimed at the highest good, we also help our fellow man. And although those with more will continue to prey on those with less, it will be individuals who will act as both the lighter and the flame, and demand a new way, because that’s what revolutions do, even individual ones.