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Showing posts with label Israel -Palestine film series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Israel -Palestine film series. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Stopping on the way home

9/10

Kristen Leigh and Russ



Our neighborhood Palestine solidarity group is meeting at West-Park this afternoon.  We used to meet at Advent, but now that Pastor Elise has gone, we’ll need a new place at least for awhile. The Palestine committee at one of our churches is having a difficult time with a new pastor. There is controversy within the congregation. Question as to whether the task force should  keep the name of the church, even though the church is the basis of this group. Concerns about interfaith couples. Jewish neighbors. Need for a balanced view. We’ve been hearing this more and more in the neighborhood as it becomes more and more difficult to have public advocacy for Palestinians within the faith community.

The balanced view was a view I held passionately…around 30 years ago. Over the years things have gotten worse and the occupation has become all but irreversible. Despite our national denomination’s policy statements and actions, especially regarding divestment from three major companies profiting from the occupation: Hewlitt Packard, Caterpillar and Motorola; local churches feel little influence of those policies.  There will be no Tree of Life conference this year nor does it look like we can get Ilan Pappe to the neighborhood.  There is a feeling of losing ground. 

We will proceed with planning our next film series and see where  to go from there.

As the meeting is breaking up, I ask Russ to hang out a little  because our friend Kristen Leigh was stopping through on her way back to North Carolina. She is a musician, artist, theologian, scholar, friend. She has pretty well articulated the myth of New York (northeastern) superiority, The attitude of privilege: social economic and intellectual of northern liberals. She has discovered  well the more nuanced but no less insidious northern brand of racism. From her perspective, southern conversations about race are more grass roots and less theoretical. In a word, more real.

She’s also called out the slow death spreading through our old liberal and mainline churches like a hardening of the arteries.

As an artist, she objects  to any effort of the church to have arts serve as a handmaid to a theological/ecclesiastical project. Likewise, social justice advocates requesting what amounts to agitprop. What is called for is the freedom of the artist to listen for the voice of God and respond accordingly. Always seeking to report the truth.  We're working on planning a meeting to explore these issues. 
Travel well, Kristen Leigh

She says, you don’t know  how important it is for us that you are here, doing what you’re doing. That there’s a place we can always come to and just be, just listen and see what happens. And look what happens!  I will miss her performances here, she’s had several at West-Park.  And I will miss her.



Saturday, November 15, 2014

Missing Jana

11/13

welcome back Alex


Anxiously awaiting Jana’s appearance in my office. She came to church last Sunday while I was out. It’s been almost a year since I’ve heard from her and almost 2 years since I’ve seen her.(http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/search?q=jana) It’s been over a ten year friendship with visits in Germany and New York. She goes back to the old days when the Berlin Fellowship of Reconciliation groups which she led stayed at West-Park every year. She’s appeared at some significant times…like when we did our first service on the steps. Or when I needed someone to nurse me after my back surgery. During the Woodshed days. (http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/search?q=the+tenant)

It begins to dawn on me that something’s wrong. I check my AOL account and there are two missed messages. She was expecting a confirmation and I didn’t confirm and she thought I wasn’t responding. Damn AOL. I’ve almost given it up. It’s overwhelmed by spam and demands for money from the Democrats. Stuff gets buried and lost. I frantically try and contact her and then  realize she’s probably got a travel phone and not accessible to email. Nevertheless, I still frantically send emails to her. 

I hear from her late in the day. Try to set up a connection but it’s too late. And somehow this all seriously depresses me. It’s cold and dark outside and starting to rain. Finally it’s time to head to Riverside for this week’s Palestine film. A double feature: Strawberry Fields (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3DL5xF6D6wand the one that broke down at West-Park last week, the Village under the Forest. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISmj31rJkGQ)

11/14

Rev. Kadisha from a Francophone African church is in to see about renting space for afternoon worship for his congregation. They are officially a fellowship of Presbytery, not yet an official congregation. He’s got two issues: the skulls that Pat K brought in for Halloween are still in the  office. We are African,... he begins. And goes on a long discussion of ancestor worship and witches and Christians avoiding such things. As I try to explain Halloween, Leila has already put the skulls in the closet.

And that rainbow flag, we are Africans…I just look at him. We do not believe…
And I continue to just look, not saying anything. Before either of us speaks, Leila says, You can just flip it over, no big deal. And I leave it at that. I’m not sure where cultural differences become something else. I’m angry over the way American Christians have influenced oppressive policies against LGBTQ people throughout Africa trying to win there what they are losing here. There are differences. And there are things that are just wrong.



Olivia arrives. She has a new music chamber trio. Ralph and  ETHEL are their mentor. She wants to do a concert, so I give her the whole tour. She decides on the gym. She wants to explore the intersection between social justice and classical music. One of their members is a participant in the Venezuelan El Sistema program. (http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/search?q=el+sistema) So we’re clearly connecting. I invite her to be part of our upcoming Sunday morning Awakenings program and she agrees. My list is now complete. When I took her up to see the gym, ETHEL was rocking on a string quartet setting of Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir. 


San is all excited about his upcoming Cymbeljam, wanting to do some performance pieces inspired by his recent production of Cymbeline then a Shakespeare open mic. This is a very cool idea. (http://www.stairwelltheater.com/#!jam/cupu)

Jeremy and Priska are in, just back after a long stay in Europe. They found their room unlocked and some things oddly different. I fear David S may have left it open after working on her radiator. And perhaps some less than usually scrupulous communists wandered in. It’s all conjecture.

But I have to run up to Advent to meet with Elise and Marc on our December benefit for the Interfaith Assembly on Housing and Homelessness.

When I get back, I try to quickly get Jeremy up to date. Good to have him back.

I check my email, and see I’ve missed Jana’s last attempt to connect before returning to Berlin. I throw up my hands. Some kind of fate didn’t want this to happen. But a feeling of depression abides. 

I look to Open Mic with relief. Kieran
Kieran
starts us off, as always. Dion is back with another stand up set as only he does.
Dion
David L, stalwart who’ll jump in in sound or work on the facebook or whatever’s needed is next.
David L
And his friend Rachel performs for the first time a set of standards.
Rachel
Joel and Steve B on another collaboration.
Joel Gold and Steve B
Pat O into anti-war songs tonight.
Pat O
Mandola Joe solid as always.
Mandola Joe
Jeremy R plays harmonica like a young Dylan.
Jeremy R
David S with another set including Beatles.
David S
I do my Lonely Hearts followed by New Mexico song then bring Pat O up to join me on Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain, which I wanted to play because it was on when I was having coffee with Arik Acherman of Rabbis for Human Rights at Starbucks late  in the day. That’s what I was feeling.

Alex is back fresh from recording her ep in Kansas City. I’m happy to learn she and her roommate went to college in Pittsburgh.
RL
After RL has closed us out with Stay Awhile, Joe takes Alex and her friend into the sanctuary and she is excited to discover our Beckstein.
Alex at the Beckstein

Yes, these moments keep us going. At least me.




Friday, November 7, 2014

There are record breakers in there

11/5



The young Korean pastor and four associates is checking out the building. He currently has four services with over 800 in attendance, three in Korean and one in English. Mainly young adult professional immigrants. The institution of the mainline church may be over, but some sectors of traditional evangelical religion are still going strong. The young pastor tells me they are more closely aligned with the PC(USA) then the more conservative break off from the old Southern church, Presbyterian Church in America. Except on social issues, he says. And I know what that means.  He also tells me that there are close to 200 Korean Presbyterian denominations. Somehow old school       Calvinsim found a receptive home in Confucian culture.

Lupe R from Dos Pueblos, our Nicaraguan solidarity/sister city program is in to work on details of Monday night’s presentation with Juan Gonzalez of the Democracy Now radio show on WBAI. The focus will be on immigration.(http://www.democracynow.org/?gclid=Cj0KEQiA-PGiBRDRz4jH9o39yZwBEiQAWCBZNYx1JLe4I2R-P2gAty3_0Y7hgVQQuUVCE3NcKxkn4OwaAiSj8P8HAQ&utm_campaign=non+)

It’s cold out. Someone comes in and asks for a priest named Pastor Bobby. I’m slightly annoyed but when he mentions wheelchair, I know it’s Sean. I’m not a priest and it’s Bob, I say and then go out to see Sean.

It’s been a cold and rainy all day. Still  feels raw outside. Sean is all bundled up in a hoodie. Needs to make some phone calls to his housing people. So I shiver while he uses my Iphone. I tell him I really need to get his stuff out before the holidays. He’s got some baseball cards he wants me to take a look at. Thinks they might be valuable. I doubt it. There was a day, but that market tanked long ago. He asks me to help him slowly and methodically remove the various bags hung on his chair. In the last one, he digs in and finds his cards.

I take a quick look, see mostly commons, some a bit dog eared. Don’t know Sean, maybe a penny a piece?
But there are record breakers in there, he says. So I agree to take a closer look. Inside, because I am cold. I go online.to check them out. Mainly late ‘80’s, early ‘90’s era. Some are worth 50 cents or so, other 3 to 4 cents. I go back out to tell him. He’s got a passerby to  help reassemble his chair and bags. He carries what’s most important with him.

I give him the news. So how much total? He says.
Maybe, 20, 25 dollars. You’d have to go online. Ebay. Craig’s List. Or go to a store. Not many left any more.
So  Bob, you want to buy them?
No, man, don’t have the time. But we can keep them here for you awhile. See what shakes out.

He shakes his head, wheeling down the street. There’s record breakers in there, he says to himself.

I go get supplies for tonight’s Israel-Palestine  film festival screening. Tonight we have the documentary, The Village under the Forest.( http://www.villageunderforest.com/) Some of the Rev Com folks come downstairs to take a break and join us for the film. This is the first in a series of films we will show on the naqba, or catastrophe, the loss of Palestine with the creation of Israel.

The film addresses the myth of Israel’s greening of the desert.  The narrator, from South Africa, takes us to the South Africa forest in Israel, one of many, like the Canada forest, built by diaspora donations. What we discover is that these forests are built over bulldozed Palestinian villages, over 550 of which have been disappeared. In this case, it was the village Lyra.

The narrator interviews displaced people who once lived in the village. About two-thirds of the way through, our stream goes bad. We never do get it back, so we begin the discussion.

I, like many others, have certificates for the trees that have been planted in Israel in my name. Just always thought it was just a greening thing. It’s painful to know. One person explains a line from the film. When you see cactuses, you know it was a Palestinian home because they were used to mark yard boundaries. The pines are not native to Palestine and were imported because they grow fast and tall and also are an image of Europe transported to the Middle East.

Another person makes with comparisons to the situation with Native Americans, who at least got reservations. (But don’t ask what happened to Indian Territory, aka Oklahoma…)

It’s also common to what empires do, I note. For example, how the building of Central Park buried Seneca Village or the covering over of abolitionist Spring Street Presbyterian Church or the discovery of a forgotten African burial ground downtown. But like the emerging foundation stones of All Angels’ Church in Central Park, it can’t be buried forever. Sometimes the very stones will cry out.