We Are All On Flight 93

We are prisoners, trapped in a dominant, racist culture. We don’t know that outside life is different: loving, cooperative, with enough for everyone. Remaining within this culture, we are less than whole ourselves. It’s a lie that model prisoners escape. Note: everything you have done to save the world has failed. Meanwhile every 28 hours another black man is gunned down by *authorities*. We talk about gun control but don’t teach conflict resolution, take guns away from police, or solve problems of race and class. Just *recycling* or driving an electric car is not enough. It is hard, actively seeking ways to monkey wrench us into collapse while we still have life, resources, and energy to rebuild with. It is critical that we address our spiritual life. What if every moment were a meditation, every act a blessing? I know what it feels like to give up my struggle and acknowledge that someone I dearly love has died, and that I failed to save them. I will not give up again.