A reader writes,
A couple blocks from my apartment is an historic building which houses a
corner cafe/market in a that's been in operation since about 1795, in
one form or another. Not my local store of convenience. When I first
moved here it was an understocked grocery store where you could get
beer, milk, sandwiches and coffee. Then a CIA-trained chef rented it and
turned it into a place so fancy that I only went in twice. He went out
of business a couple days ago and now it's going to be a market again
where you can buy beer, coffee, sandwiches and milk.
Yesterday, on the community bulletin board that hangs on its exterior
wall I noticed a poster, handwritten, on lined school paper:
"Got Ghosts?
http://www.isisinvestigations.com/"
That's all it said.
Last night I'm sitting here a my desk by the window, and outside, on the
dead-end cul-de-sac I overlook - a vestige of an old railroad bridge
that no longer exists, abutting the river - there's a bunch on people
talking into walkie-talkies, or the cellphone equivalent. Beeps and
camera flashes. One of the group was wearing a suit and tie whose style
suggested he was a government agent, but he appeared to be about sixteen
years old. They kept saying shit like "D-21 to base, we're moving into
the park."
There were innocent people out walking their dogs who they appeared to
be interrogating.
I was laughing my ass off.
The weirdest thing is I don't think it had anything to do with Isis
investigations.
That spot has housed a public market since 1795.
A city with 100,000 housing units populated by 60,000.
30,000 employees laid off by GE since the 70's.
I live in the city center. There are no delis, bodegas. The nearest
grocery store is two miles away.
There's a chain-owned milk, ice cream, junk food convenience store,
beneath the railroad tracks, staffed by reluctantly brown-uniformed
(like cows, get it, it's a really sick branding strategy) sad dirty
hippies who assist the remaining population in abusing themselves with
bad coffee, lottery tickets and Old Milwaukee twelve packs.
What is the space that you want to build? An empty cafe offering leafy
vegetables I don't know the name of?
30 feet from where I'm sitting George Washington schlepped here.
Ghosts.
The space I want to sit in is one in which voices like this are heard, acknowledged and honored. Social change will not happen from above, driven by ownership, management and the capital markets. From conversation to consciousness, and from consciousness of ourselves as a people, or community, and from that to collective or community action. Funding might help open a few doors, but we have to walk in. "Philanthropy," per Peter, "is private action in a public space." I am looking for public action in a public space for the common good. Private funders to help out with what they can contribute, and eloquent leaders to lead. I imagine George Washington would have called that democracy.
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