Extra hot today so will be catching up on things like cleaning and food processing. Spent all last week making a new Jell-O crown to wear at the Slug Queen Coronation which came and went with some frustration and I didn't get a single photo from it so far. I'll take some today before I put all the Jell-O away again. I've been practicing not making things about me (kind of a lifetime pursuit of equality) and I didn't call a lot of attention to myself on purpose. I was there to serve the Queens and my huge debt to Kim Still for her own service and I was properly thanked by a number of Queens who noticed. This year was particularly frustrating as we stood around with nothing to do for about an hour as SM people failed to show up to provide the chairs so we could get set up in time. I had to tell numerous people they couldn't sit in the first two rows which weren't even there except for a few privately owned chairs some of the Queens had left. Two of my helper buddies faithfully showed up but we couldn't do our work. I don't know how much SM gets paid or spends on the Coronation but it has now been fully perverted by the passive-aggressive (and even aggressive) need for attention by the SM power people who demand to be a part of it. I put their chairs directly behind mine so I could most effectively not let them spoil my fun.
I try hard to remember that everyone gets to make their own contributions in life and it is not my right or job to control those, just to make my own choices about how they affect me, but it's harder with some people than others. I have these very tender feelings about things I value, like the relationship I have with the Slug Queens, with former SM friends and with current SM friends and it's so hard to watch them be ruined by selfish and clueless people who don't even see me living my values. Trying to, I should say. But I will still continue trying and attempting to clarify and improve my social presentation and living out my values and managing my expectations about how that actually works in an increasingly hostile and dismaying world that I'm trying to thrive in. Thriving may not be on the table without a lot of selfishness and tough boundary-setting. I suppose thriving is not easy for anyone and we do all need the support of each other, committed to all of us getting what we need.
I'm quite flummoxed on what to do about the restriction of the Board packet done by the Board Chair this month. I let the Board know that it effectively ended my 16-year volunteer task of compiling the digital archive for Market, but got no response specifically to that. Ironically in my envelope this week was the volunteer brochure I helped develop, a gut punch first thing in the morning. Yes, I know how to volunteer for Market. I've spent years working on that and doing that. A lifetime in fact. I feel completely blocked from that now.
I haven't changed. I still deeply love what we built as a community and are building every week, and have still been trying to make my contribution by archiving and caretaking the business of the org, but my efforts are being set aside and my history is unknown by the people currently making the decisions. I don't know who to appeal to about it or how to appeal it. I'm in shock and am seeing many people being damaged by this, some damaging others as they thrash through their emotions, and some just disappearing from our community in their pain and dismay. Many of course are completely unaware of those struggling, and it's impossible for me to see a way to introduce them to it. When the Board members don't respond, repeatedly, a person does not know how to keep up the conversation. I don't know why they are so afraid of me, in particular, and all of the concerned members, in general. I suppose it is because they are uncertain of their own actions and values and need guidance.
My role as guide was an important one that I always tried to hold with humility and grace and repeat that I was not an authority but just trying to bring things forward that I had learned. I suppose some of those things were inconvenient, and it is not a widely shared skill to sit with uncomfortable thoughts and find ways through them to solutions. I don't understand even a little bit how restricting member access to the business of the organization can be viewed as acceptable, even for a day, an hour. I don't know how it could even be considered.
Except in a world of people who view control and dominance as a desirable condition, with the competition to be on top the highest value. It's the opposite of any way the Market has ever been. It has always been a model of collaboration, equal access, value for everyone's contributions to the whole. I have really not experienced this type of control and exclusion in the community. I fear for our survival as an organization. It hits me hard and I have to back away and not spend every day shaken to my core.
The external world is hard enough. Market has always been a refuge for us, and many of us still feel that every week in intense gratitude. Most of our members do not want to see anything different and are not seeing what has changed.
But at this point, selling days have been taken from us with nothing in return. Our fees have been raised to cover overspending and irresponsible financial management. And now our ability to know the details of what is being done with our money and our vital resources is taken from us. We can't engage in the business without access to the details. It's the opposite of transparency and since we have always worked with a lot of mutual trust, it's the destruction of our basic operating system.
Trust is carefully built and easily destroyed. That's why we have always tried hard to maintain a close watch and an open, encouraging way in the workings between members and staff, the public and our internal relationships. Trust has always paid off for us. It just took one person with the willingness to lie and dominate the culture to divide us up and destroy what we carefully tended together.
One of the things I'm experiencing is grief. This shit is hard to watch. Things are broken.