9/21
Roosevelt Credit...Siyahamba...We are marching |
Climate march day. Stephen’s there early
to get everything ready. We’ll have water, juice, coffee, donuts. At 86th
and Amsterdam, we’re at the nexus of the bus drop off route. There’s a steady
stream coming, bringing marchers from across the country. A group of college
students from Wesleyan has gathered on the steps.
We share our coffee and
donuts with them. In pairs and trios other visitors keep stopping by. The buses
keep arriving.
new friends from Wesleyan |
We start our service an hour earlier than
usual so we can all get to the interfaith service at the Faith group gathering
site at 58th street. We’re joined by friends and guests…my old
neighbor Ric who’s performed here several times, my old friend John from Tulsa,
who did preservation research for us years ago, others will come and join as
well.
The men are ready to march |
I start our time together by singing the Times they are a Changin I did Friday night and then Woody’s This Land is Your Land… We read from
Psalm 124:… the earth is the Lord’s and
the fullness thereof…and I read the story of the manna in Exodus 16: 2-15. How we are provided with what we need,
with enough. And the part of the story I really like, if you try to hoard, it
goes bad on you. We all have enough. There is no need to hoard or to ravenously
consume. I share Al Gore’s line about ussies
instead of selfies. And I ask each
person what has brought them here this day. There is a deep concern about the
future. And Deacon James reminds us that these climate changes impact the poor
and vulnerable communities first and worst, from Katrina to Sandy. We had sung
the traditional Morning has broken and
For the beauty of the earth…and
finish with a good marching song,
Siyahamba…
at Columbus Circle |
It’s time to head to Columbus Circle. We’ll take the subway, Ric
bikes down. Buses still arriving. A beautiful sunny day. Hard not to remember
the anti-nuclear march of 1982.
On 58th Street, the faith contingent is already large.
There’s the ark created by Auburn Seminary. There’s an imam and a rabbi with a
shofar and Native American shamans and a self-proclaimed atheist. The point
being: we’re all in the same boat now…and
also we are all Noah…nearby us an
inflatable mosque.
Signs for the different faith groups are raised down the
street to bring folks together.
The ark |
There are speakers. And contemporary Jewish music. And Sikh music.
And more speakers. And of course my friend TK, our go to Buddhist. There are as
Center Board member Ted says, Forgive me,
too damn many clergy…
but you can’t leave anyone out..Peter Yarrow arrives
with his daughter and granddaughter (and world famous cellist Michael
Fitzpatrick) and leads us in Where
have all the flowers gone?
And
reminds us of the power of singing along. We needed more of that. The wait goes
on for hours. Seeing many friends from different traditions in our waiting
area.
Finally we’re led by Roosevelt Credit in the most rocking version of Siyahamba
ever…with parts of Peace like a River
and other songs thrown in as well…we’re ready to roll… all 10000 of us faith
marchers…
Ted and Asya from the Center Board |
Where have all the flowers gone? |
Rabbi Michael Feinberg of Labor/Religion Coalition and Rev. Chloe Breyer of the Interfaith Center of New York City |
Notes from the march:
* Amazed by the level of planning and organization that went into
this
* Part of the experience is the watching out for each other and
staying connected in a crowd…made our group feel closer
*Always enjoy the crowds along the side, their signs, their
applause
* Some look like they’ve wandered in from other marches, like gay
pride or occupy…or look like maybe they’re just always there…permanent presence
that appears when the next march comes down the street
*Somewhere near 42nd Street, the entire march grinds to
a halt..the streets are completely full …every inch occupied..somewhere between
350 and 400000 of us…
* Moving to see many reunions of occupiers along the route,
embraces and long hugs…for some it’s been years since they saw each other…last
week was the third anniversary od the beginning of Zucotti…that spirit still
flows like an underground stream…still there..
* The influence of the Occupy experience clear in this march, like
the various organized blocs
* When we reach 11th Street, we’re requested to
disperse….but we continue tio walk to 34th checking out the Ribbon
project…
The Ribbon Project |
Marches lift our spirits. Help us feel connected. Make a manifest
witness. Our first march as a congregation in a very long time…
The sun is still shining. On our way home. Tired. But filled….with
just, hope….
To
change everything it takes everyone…
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