Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Labor of Love. And Community.
















[ PREFACE: I recently got involved with an organization in DC called Green Muslims. The moment I came across this group of people, I fell in love. I have organized for some years now for various causes, but this was the first time I met a Muslim organization that was in it to win it. What I mean is that all the folks in this organization, as diverse as we are, are very passionate about the betterment of the environment and are genuinely working towards this cause. Because of this, working with the Green Muslims has been a very spiritual and empowering experience for me.]

A couple weekends ago a few of us "green" Muslims headed out to do some good. So we arrived at the Marvin Gaye Park in South West DC, ready to plant and maybe pick up some trash. What we ended up doing, however, was breaking up asphalt, mixing and laying cement, cutting and welding metal beams, and a whole lot of digging. What we idealists ended up doing was rolling up our sleeves and doing some hard labor.

That day, we spent about 4 hours setting up a guardrail around a stage to make it handicap accessible. I was a little surprised by this because I didn't understand what was so "green" about completing the construction of a stage. But when Benem and Keith, our construction leaders, explained the history of the park, the project slowly started to make sense. A few years ago, the Marvin Gaye Park used to be a trash and crime riddled place- the first day of the park clean up alone produced 300 abandoned needles. Over the years however, it has been cleaned and developed into a beautiful park where folks of that community can come relax with their friends and family and enjoy nature, as well as each other's company. The stage we were working on was built for free musical performances by local bands and musicians. When completed, it will be a place where art and community can flourish together.

Although none of us expected this type of work, we eventually learned that the development of this park was just as important to the environment as planting trees in that space. Or, as another volunteer put it, building up from the ground sometimes is more important than planting things in it. I understood the true gravity of these words during our lunch.

As we all sat exhausted and giddy with hunger, we reminisced about the difficulty of the day. Through jokes and stories, we talked about the feeling of empowerment we gained from the physical labor, the appreciation we gained for the might and skill of those who are true laborers, and the gratitude we gained for the strength and determination of our fellow volunteers. Through these reflections I came to realize that this project helped us form genuine and positive relationships with each other and it helped strengthen the future of this park. I understood then that forming organic and positive relationships with folks is extremely important for the betterment of our environment. For it is through camaraderie that communities develop. And in these communities is borne the idea that one way of protecting a neighbor or friend or family member is by protecting the land and "community property" on which everyone relies.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Some images from the deep south.


The beginning.

The Center.

Well, the most important word made the cut.

One of the eleven FEMA parks we visited.

And another.

Two empty lots. These trailers were likely evicted.

Can you see what's at the bottom of the photo? A lot of the FEMA residents choose to have pets so they can maintain a sense of home and normal residential living.

Working.

Our liberal propaganda.

They are the sweetest kids. Although they didn't have much room to run and play in the trailer park, they didn't seem phased by this at all. They were very polite and welcoming.

My first Mississippi sunset. This used to be prime beach front property. Now it looks like nobody really discovered this area. When you're driving down the beach road you'll see scattered buildings and hotels. The state is spending a lot of money redeveloping this area. Many citizens complain though that the state is spending millions of dollars budiling casinos, while FEMA residents are suffering.

Speaking of gambling... here is our first charming, drunk, country gambler. He followed us around a bit that night.



Dinner. In Mississippi, they love two things: all you can eat buffets and casinos. And some people have a number three.. alligator sausage. emmm. I was told it tastes like fishy-chicken.

Michelle is preparing for another long day of Mississippi sun by putting on her sunblock.

Angus, on the other hand, needs a couple more z's before the work starts.
Regardless of our morning routines (I was infamous for not being able to function without my coffee), we worked hard together.

Working. In this picture, Shira and I were calling our clients back to answer questions and were also preparing a presentation for the staff attorneys about various legal issues.

The bayou. In this swampy trailer park, some folks said they sometimes see alligators.

Picture Perfect.
We had an amazing lunch at Mockingbird Cafe. This place was completely themed after "To Kill A Mockingbird." I had the Atticus=)

With every meal, we enjoyed some good ol' southern sweet-tea.
The cafe also had a really cool garden.

The group.

Another tired soul. Usually folks fell asleep on the way back to the hotel because of our long days.

May 15th, it's my birthday! We're on our way to New Orleans. There was lots of construction on the bridges because they were destroyed during Hurricane Katrina.

New Orleans, the French Quarters.


Birthday dinner.


No thanks. I like my food cooked.

But, I loved my birthday bread-pudding. New Orleans has THE best bread-pudding. It simply melts in your mouth.

...and then there was Bourbon St.- the street of ultimate debauchery. Or as someone else put it, "the gates of hell."

The church at nighttime. It was beautiful.


Last day in Mississippi. It's been a long and intense trip, and Shira is excited to go home.

Peace out Mississippi. And God bless you.