It's getting harder, as we were warned by observers of how authoritarians work. On the macro scale, we are being challenged in every way to step up, do more, stand firm. I vividly remember the moment in my early activism when we discussed not going to protests without gas masks, and the way the Kent and Jackson State killings shocked us as college students when we realized they would kill us. Of course at the time my awareness of the even greater world patterns of oppression was slim and I was naive, but things that happened at that time were so traumatic that I still puzzle over them and how they changed my life. It's not possible to go on living as if that stuff didn't happen, though of course I did try.
I ran to the woods and wrote and worked on getting through winters of snow and cold that made me cry, worked on skills related to clothing and food, tried to find safety in community that I was not ready to handle. All the personal revolutions at the time added up to a sea change that wrote the history of the next decades, but I had stopped participating with my body. I see in retrospect that I had to, and I'm grateful that people helped me do that. I was not built to be much of a warrior, except in intellectual ways and a willingness to keep learning and finding ways to push society forward, however small.
There were a lot of us hippies doing that then, once the Vietnam war effectively ended and some criminals went to jail. A deep cynicism was embedded, and it took the next few decades for me to put thoughts together and find ways to proceed with the overwhelming challenges of having to support myself in some kind of coherent way. Lucky for me, I ended up in Eugene and found Saturday Market, then only six years old and still being put together as well. I stumbled in and found ways I could be myself, and then pitch in and help. The arson fire of 1982 and misspending of the mid-80s galvanized a group of us to take responsibility for the collective survival of the precious community effort of the smart people who created the market.
I learned useful skills, like taking meeting minutes, and chairing meetings, and consensus-building group decision-making. I met a lot of people I've now known for 50 years, and many are still in my life. I found ways to create the safety I needed and with help, took advantage of that period in this town where resources were abundant and creativity was high. I chose the life of an artist and writer and hung out with the other artists and writers, who were kind and appreciative and supported my growth and education. I had a baby at 39, kind of at the last minute for me, and that got me into the real therapy that got me to today. None of it was easy though a lot of it was joyful.

There was damage in my life, like there is for many, right from the beginning, much of which I did not understand as I lacked the framing. It took people outside of me to point out some helpful ways to work through doubts and misinformed attitudes and it was not in any way a perfect process. I would not say I was successful at a lot of what I envisioned for myself, but without the visions, I would not be here, like this.
I have gotten a lot of advice in the last few weeks to focus on self-preservation and "be nice and quiet" and some of it came in familiarly disturbing ways. I have known a lot of narcissists and bullies. As a codependent empath, I am a favorite target: it's easy to manipulate me. I know how to control immediate reactions and I recognize the processes, but I get caught up in fascination and the naive idea that I can make it stop, and have to, for all of us. And the reactions have to take their course, most times.
Obviously on the macro stage, I cannot do all that is being asked for. I will boycott and strike, and I can work within what others are doing, and keep trying, which for me is mostly education. I spend a lot of time reading about racism, white supremacy culture, and trying to find a way to see that in myself and change it, even make reparations. You might think this is not the immediate problem but it is the most giant part of it. I regularly look at the 15 tenets and pick one to work on, currently the Right to Comfort.
It's cold, so cold, but I have a lot to do so bundled up, I'm working. I wanted to get out ahead of the production season and took advantage of the sun to dye the full range of bandanas I use, plus print up all of my current designs to be ready for the first half of the season, including OCF. I printed a lot of hats, too, though it was harder to do with cold hands and I'm taking a break from that now. I'm clearing out space for what I know is coming, as well as I can, but I'm not comfortable and I know most people are not. Those who are, are questioning it, by the thousands, maybe millions. We are watching Minnesota and seeing all the ways we know we would or would not put our lives on the line like that. We want others to do it, but we, for our various self-protective reasons, might not.
We will give money, we will do what we can, and we will continue to witness, but this macro problem is huge. We feel naive, we feel unfit to rise to this challenge, and we know this is the way the future will set itself in place, without our consent, without our ability to fix it. We'll carve out some concessions debated by people with some power to manifest them, but we will not win the climate emergency and the coming health emergencies being put in place by the power structure, even as brilliant solutions are crafted and gain traction. It's not going to be a straight line to something we can live with. Some things are ruined.
I went to see Urinetown yesterday thanks to a friend and on the way there, we were some of the people who got very close to a fatal accident, seeing an unresponsive person getting CPR a few feet away from us. My friend, who has witnessed several deaths, looked away and started this technique she told me she has learned, overlaying an amusing memory over a traumatic one right away to keep it from deeply embedding. Something to try to learn that might help me be more brave. We had a great day together and it helped me not get derailed by the brutal reality of intentional or accidental death, with its unbalanced consequences, the end of life for the victims and the aftermath for everyone else.
As a person with a highly developed visual ability and a lot of pattern recognition, it occurred to me that I have a vivid memory of my Dad's body and the events of his death, even though I was a thousand miles away at the time. It was May 1970, right after Kent State, during the Student Strike. I was in college in Washington DC but we'd left town for a break from all of the intensity. When I research the events of that time, I cannot even believe how many things were going on right then. It feels like that now.
So yeah, to reflect on all the advice to me to protect myself and not engage with things I get damaged by, to ease into my Right to Comfort, is cognitively so dissonant. I don't think those who advised me really grasped the circumstances of my microcosm. I spent the last 50 years building something precious and unbelievably useful with some very fine and brilliant people. We worked around those who were not as able, brought them along when we could, and tried to find others who could help. It was always inclusive, always with justice and right livelihood in mind, always imbued by what we felt were the highest aspirations of the hippie, artist, and creative cultures. We worked hard. The last years from 2015 to now have been the hardest. We did many hard things all along!
But the relentless dismantling of our work has been devastating, and there is just no way I can stop caring about it, both because it is my living and because it is one of my co-creations. I have a responsibility to the others I worked with, as well as everyone who has come along, and has needed the market and the ways we can help marginalized people who need our support. I work for the members, as I always have, leading from the middle and respecting the abilities and contributions of all of us at once. Group process depends on equality: equal strength, equal cooperation, equal benefits.
Favoritism, bullying, domination and control tactics...none of these were built into our org and when we experienced them, we worked together to limit them and make them irrelevant. It has never been easy, and for someone like me, there is an equal amount of time working at tasks and reflecting on the best ways to do them, the most respectful ways to work together, the responsibility we had to honor the legacy we were given, and the most ideal visions for the future of this way of life we need and want.
I did not start the Kareng Fund, but was asked to serve a few years after others did. I was happy to bring my skills and until this year, it was all positive. I still cannot accept that anyone would attack this tiny nonprofit, but the undermining of it has been ongoing since this narcissist was hired. The subtle things led to the blatant events at the end of December and I see how the Fund is also an easy target for people who don't understand or value what we built. I hope it was shocking for observers to see that, but I know the result will be more tangible: a loss of support. There will be rationalizations. Some of what will hurt is my effectiveness was diminished. Processing the incidents took away time I could have spent applying for grants, writing promotional posts, thinking of ways to expand our worth and protect our recipients. We may need to further separate ourselves from the market where we have accessed our most support. Previous market managers gave careful thought to how they could support and expand the fund. This one does the opposite.
And that is just a little side issue to the undermining of the whole deal. We are losing members, and the overspending and subsequent fee increases will drive away more, people who need the market, people who planned to have continuing access to it for their survival as they age. These small tragedies will likely not rise to the surface of community consciousness, but I heard one tale yesterday, and expect to hear more. No one should have to say they just couldn't afford the fees to join this year. The market is for the members. When fees are high, there are supposed to be solutions, built in, that will support those who need help. Sending people to the KF for their fees is something we had to stop, as the Fund does not have that kind of resources. Maybe it could, if there were more mutual support. Instead, there is a push to institute online payments...won't that end the envelope rounding up that supplied a constant slow feed to the Fund? We asked for a donation button on the website, and there is a redirect to our website, but there are other ways to support the fund which may or may not be promoted. We'll see what the real effects of the bullying will be.
The undermining of my reputation, the erasing of my history of support, and the attempts to silence me have cut the ties to the kind of information I was always able to provide from our history that guided us through some of the recurring situations we've experienced. I'm not the only person who has experienced this; it's up to a dozen or more now. I won't be bullied. As long as bullies are supported, I won't be engaging. I'm not going to fix this situation I tried to prevent and I won't stop witnessing. It's the very small sacrifice I can make, the sacrifice of my personal safety for the progress of the members who are more able to work out the solutions. The microcosm may be looking trivial in the light of the macrocosm, but like the production of Urinetown and the Jell-O Art Show, artists and writers and performers have to play with their strengths and take the long view of what must be kept alive for the common good. Today was my day to write the script for the Jell-O performance, and I wrote this instead.
I will now redirect my passion to further explore how the silly and thoughtful forum of art can be used to elevate. For more serious subjects, try working on those 15 tenets by reading other writers, like here: https://60kandbelow.substack.com/p/for-white-bodied-people-who-feel?r=18jj9q&triedRedirect=true or nearly any writer of color out there. Do what you can, and keep doing it. You have the gratitude of the world.