democracy & peace: August 2008 Archives

The problem with democracy - real democracy, in which everyone actually has a say - is that there is so much waiting. I am generalizing from recent revelations acquired while participating in a second tubing adventure with a bunch of friends. In particular, an exchange with LavaMan (an ideal male specimen) showed me something about myself that I suspect is not uncommon.

The first tubing adventure I had to work with suppressing frustration; the second time I thought I was prepared (indeed, I was). My emotional experience was fine - either because I had already 'gone through' the frustration previously (and managed it), or because some part of me was prepared for things to go 'this way' again ... or (probably) a combination of both. I was not wrapped up in the struggle of decision-making either trip, just a recipient of the process and outcome. A bystander, I guess, but an observant one, aware of the implications of my passive participation.

At one point, standing around the parking lot waiting for the downstream vehicle delivery people to return, a pal suggested no one knew what was happening - which was accurate: none of us had the whole picture in mind (where everyone was, who was doing what, what - in total - needed doing, etc). And - we all knew what we were doing: going tubing! (How hard could that be?!)

A few leaders emerged (trying to organize the group in certain directions) but there was always a competing idea or suggestion, so implementation was slow. These dynamics are not new or unique; indeed, I design curriculum so that students have to encounter and engage these dynamics, in order for them to practice how to negotiate roles and identities in uncertain social circumstances.

The crucial learning moment for me came on the river a few hours later. I had realized a couple of guys were behind us, and one of them - a first time rafter - had been described as "struggling" by a friend just a short time before. So I thought, well, I'll wait for them; they are the last two. I wondered about one other guy, who had been behind us earlier but I had an evanescent impression that he had floated on ahead of me at some point.

The pair came by and informed me that Jake was still behind. I waited awhile longer. As the time stretched, my doubt grew. Surely he couldn't be that far behind? He knows what he's doing anyway, so I don't need to worry, right? And, I did have that sense that he had passed me, hadn't he? Eventually, I noticed the guys had pulled off - waiting - for me? I didn't really want to hold up the show with my own stubbornness . . .

I caught up with them, and LavaMan insisted Jake was behind us. He engaged my questioning process calmly, as I worked through the arguments pro-staying (based only on a guess?) and con-staying (if he hasn't come, he can't - we'll be better able to reach him from upstream; and he might be in front of us). "Let's wait five more minutes," the LavaMan proposed, "if he doesn't come by then we'll leave."

I had a suspicion he was just angling for more time to flirt (!), but lo-and-behold . . . here came Jake.

Wow - what had I been thinking? Even though I was told, "I just saw him," and "we passed him doing something on shore just before we saw you," I was ready to up-and-leave on the much-less-certain perception of my own "knowledge." Ouch! The implication is hard to escape, no? I didn't trust someone else's judgment - and not even over something that I was sure of, but something that I wasn't actually convinced of myself! Why?

The doubt disturbs me: not only as a reflection on me and how I orient to others, but as an indicator of a cultural bias against waiting (in particular). The evidence abounds - I witness it during interpretation when participants complain about how long the communication process takes, I see it in the levels of impatience and frustration expressed by students while they adjust to alternative learning structures - and now I get to recognize it, so blatantly, within myself.

The impulse, it seems, is to hurry up and end the waiting. The solution is usually proposed that "a leader" is needed. Well, I think, "yes, and." Yes, we need to agree to follow specific suggestions from particular people, and I'm not sure we have to take all the suggestions from only one person. At some point, in a healthy collective, we know each other well enough that we ought to be able to acknowledge who has skills in a given arena. Perhaps it is my imagination, but don't we know each other well enough, by now, to have a good sense of who makes good decisions about various kinds of things?

The question, then, becomes not "who will lead," but "when will I suppress my doubt"?

Summer has been at its peak, climate-wise, for the past few weeks.

During bicycle rides, I've been taking in the deep smells of haying, the lighter fragrances of flowers and crops, and the occasional blast of cow manure. The temperature has begun to drop more at night, a harbinger of fall - especially in combination with some early leaf-turning.

I will miss Massachusetts this upcoming year - and who would ever have guessed I'd be saying that?! Yesterday, while floating down the Deerfield River in an inner tube with raucous friends, trying to dodge vigorous rafters and avoid skewering by overzealous kayakers, I thought, "But why not? I was conceived here." The spark of potential consciousness embedded at that biological instant probably drew energy from these environs. (From where else could it come?)

The past month has been a blur of teaching, proposal-writing/refining, and soaking up as much socializing before the community's inevitable dispersal. So many have already left, with so many soon to follow. My own departure approaches: probably temporary but who ever knows for sure?





Types of fare-thee-well gatherings vary from certain kinds of overstock to full spread (delectable) meals, and gifts.

All manner of pronouncements have been made at said events, from "I will never forget!" to

Memory is short, however. ;-) And so a lot of time gets spent milling around. "We are waiting for a reason," Hunter posed - not wanting to actually ask the question but wondering nonetheless. "Nobody knows what's happening." Dhara explained our group's arduously slow process of decision-making while I mused on cultural differences. It struck me with the force of revelation that I have hardly ever waited for groups/events to happen. No wonder I'm so apt to the production of something, to doing something, of there being a thing requiring participatory action on my part! This is the (U.S.) american enculturation process - deep training beginning with preschool about time (schedules), timing (hurry up, switch now), and completion (well, we may not get a chance to come back to that so you better just get it done now).

"This," Don intoned on the edge of the Deerfield River, "is how it was at Troy." I thought he meant hordes of strangers merging for a common purpose. No, seems he had burning the boats in mind, so there would be no possibility of retreat. That is the way life is, ain't it? Sometimes you can backtrack but it is never the same as if you went that way the first time. "We need an airlift!" is not the same as, "Hey, can you drop us some more supplies?"

"You're not in Belgium yet," Zeynep advised, as she congratulated (us both?!) on returning from our mental moments elsewhere.

This morning I began to read an analysis of Obama's economic ideology, in which he is characterized as more left and more right than one might think, a position he describes as postpartisan. I definitely approve of this measure: "...changing the tax code so that families making more than $250,000 a year pay more taxes and nearly everyone else pays less. That would begin to address inequality."

We got kids coming, y'know? And there are so many already in the world, growing up under a new climate, with a different reference point for the planet than we (at least most in my generation) ever imagined. We got chances to make things better, different: more fair, more possible.