For Maggie, on her 80th
Through 30 years of marriage to Molly, every visit with you and Ken was an adventure. My God, the joys we shared, the troubles we confronted and the blessings we earned! From that first meeting when you picked us up in Glenwood Springs for the drive to Paonia, I felt acceptance and kinship. You were at the wheel of some beater and passed a joint to me in the backseat. I'll admit I felt a rush of relief when we made it into the valley after watching you round the curves on those mountain gravel roads with vertigo-inducing vistas. Six months later, we joined you and Ken in San Francisco and Sonoma, where your folks were then living. The highlight of that trip: walking into City Lights Bookstore, like a rube, browsing the shelves for a half hour and telling a staffer, "Hey, this is a pretty good bookstore." I assume it was Ken who gently pointed out to me its historic importance to American letters.
And then there were all the trips that followed. A night in Bonanza, a soak in Hemez hot springs, the Earth First! festival, our year in Crestone, driving those Mexican kids back to Tuscon, a visit with Elaine in New Mexico. I could go on. In my memory, every encounter with you was such an intense family and cultural experience.
But the births were by far the highlights. Juniper's arrival last week reminded me of how much you helped us adjust to the shock of becoming parents. Your month-long stays with us for the births of Jasper and Claire were the greatest gifts you ever gave us. You calmed our fears, helped us through the endless labour that led to Jasper's birth and you kept that wild boy amused while we rushed off to the hospital for Claire's arrival.
And that was just the beginning. I admire how by being present at their births, you laid the solid foundation for enduring relationships with each of your grandchildren. Now that Molly and I have our own grandchildren, I see her following in your footsteps. John is as utterly devoted to her as our kids are to you. I hope, too, that I can be to John and Junie what you were to Jazz and Claire. You set a fine example for all of us.
So, I wish you the very best on this milestone birthday wherever you might be sojourning. As I write this, Claire is winging her way toward you. She brings hugs and love from all of us up here.
Rick
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Community Development Thinking: Window into Tara in Grad School
This doesn't hold a candle to Rick's beautiful poem about Juniper, and is a bit dry, but is what my life is full of these days ...
The body is good to
think with, or, what a reading of Coates can offer community development
thinkers
“You must always
remember that the sociology, the history, the economics, the graphs, the charts,
the regressions all land, with great violence, upon the body.”
- Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me
Ta-Nehisi
Coates’ bestselling book Between the
World and Me is typically read as a framework for understanding the history,
racism, and experience of being black in America. It does offer brilliant
insight into all of this. It also offers something more novel: a new language
and analytical framework for community development. Coates’ notion of the body
(specifically the black body) as the primary site upon which history has been
written and resistance performed, is a tool for more deeply and fruitfully
engaging with the foundational concerns of community development theory and
practice.
Community
development is something of an unwieldy term that can be defined in a myriad of
ways. Offering one partial definition, historian Alice O’Connor (2012)
describes community development as a “time-honored tradition in America’s
response to poverty” (p. 11). A deeper theoretical interrogation is provided by
the political scientist Jnanabrata Bhattacharyya who suggests that community
development is a response to the erosion of agency and community solidarity, or
shared identity and norms. Bhattacharyya (2004) writes that the ultimate goal
of such work should be to promote “human autonomy or agency – the capacity of
people to order their world, the capacity to create, reproduce, change, and
live according to their own meaning systems, to have the powers to define
themselves as opposed to being defined by others” (p. 12). Taken together,
these definitions indicate that the praxis of community development should
involve efforts aimed at both understanding poverty and increasing community
capacity through (re)building the power of individuals.
This
conceptualization does not only identify the focus of community development. It
points to the need for incorporating the individual as a unit of analysis. “Community”
cannot be interrogated and addressed without engaging the building blocks of
that community: individuals. So, how do we conceive of the individual from a
community development perspective?
This is where we return to Coates’ notion of the body. In his
formulation the body is where history – and specifically those developments
that have generated poverty and violence – is embodied and continually
manifest. For Coates, violence perpetuated by black men and women is a response
to the anxieties inherent to their own physical vulnerabilities as black bodies
in a racist world whose riches have been built on their own backs. Poverty and
violence in poor minority communities are consequences of laws and policies
that have deliberately attempted to make bodies “breakable.” Black bodies have
been the target of the very policies and actions that have engendered the kinds
of inequities community development so often attempts to address. Addressing
his son Coates (2015) writes,
“The process of
washing the disparate tribes white, the elevation of the belief in being white,
was not achieved through wine tasting and ice cream socials, but rather through
the pillaging of life, liberty, labor, and land; through the flaying of backs;
the chaining of limbs; the strangling of dissidents; the destruction of
families; the rape of mothers; the sale of children; and various other acts
meant, first and foremost, to deny you and me the right to secure and govern
our own bodies” (p. 8).
The visceral quality of Coates’ language of the body is
important. Effective community development initiatives cannot only be grounded
in an analytical understanding of what poverty is and how it has been created.
They must be informed by a knowing of poverty, a sense of what it means
experientially. If poverty and inequity are the primary problems of community
development, the body is good to think with. It sheds light on how conditions
of poverty have come to be, and the texture of their consequences.
Thinking of the
individual through the framework of the body also allows us to engage the
ultimate purpose of community development work: agency. Again, since
community-level capacity rests on the self-actualization of individuals, the
individual must be considered alongside community. The agency of individuals is
in part built and manifest in the body. In conditions of inequity and poverty
it is often built through healing. It is manifest as resistance. Commenting on
the audacity and swagger of urban youth Coates (2015) remarks, “they were
masters of their own lives, their own streets, and their own bodies” (p. 15).
Physical presentation and presence, ways of inhabiting the black body, are methods
of resisting impoverishment and other forms of racialized oppression. There is
agency in resistance and thus the potential for agency to be accessed and
exercised through the body.
Coates does not directly
engage the body as a site of healing, which is anther critical means of
promoting agency or, as Bhattacharyya writes, peoples’ ability to define
themselves. This is where community development thinkers have an opportunity to
build on the foundational framework Coates has established. Thinking through
the body as a site for (re)building power through healing allows us to
conceptualize radical interventions that defy the limitations of conventional
initiatives as part of the community development tradition. It is a framework
for thinking about why community development matters, what it is, and what it
could be.
My next post will
explore that potential. For now, I’ll leave you with one last chilling
quotation from Coates (2015) that makes the relevance and utility of his
language for the capital-obsessed community development thinker undeniable:
“Black life is cheap, but in America black bodies are a natural resource of
incomparable value” (p. 132).
Sunday, March 19, 2017
A Poem for Juniper Wilde by her grandpa, Rick Boychuk
JUNIPER in MARCH
Comes now a child of winter
Daughter of the cold, a berry beginner
A boreal baby, grounded in Gatineau granite
An infant whose smile will light up the planet
A new star for the family constellation
A little sister, to John River’s elation
Blessed with a diverse genetic inheritance
A rich co-mingling, according to the available evidence
We are certain of indigenous American, Colombian, Irish, German and Ukrainian
And suspect sprinklings of Spanish, Greek, Italian and Scandinavian
There’s more, too, obtained through marital acquisition
Step-grand- and great-grandparents ushered in via family re-formation
This girl will have no shortage of instructing adults
Her challenge will be deciding whom to consult
First, though, will be making a space for herself in the house
Amidst cat, dog, brother, parents and occasional mouse
The landscape of her childhood, Cantley’s valleys and hills
To roam and explore in hothouse heat and sub-arctic chills
She’ll learn from Mom’s clever craftwork
And Dad’s gardening and creative woodwork
Brother John will have to adapt and adjust
And learn to share every hug and crust
Raise a glass to this familial shift
Juniper’s arrival a well-timed gift
Comes now a child of winter
Daughter of the cold, a berry beginner
A boreal baby, grounded in Gatineau granite
An infant whose smile will light up the planet
A new star for the family constellation
A little sister, to John River’s elation
Blessed with a diverse genetic inheritance
A rich co-mingling, according to the available evidence
We are certain of indigenous American, Colombian, Irish, German and Ukrainian
And suspect sprinklings of Spanish, Greek, Italian and Scandinavian
There’s more, too, obtained through marital acquisition
Step-grand- and great-grandparents ushered in via family re-formation
This girl will have no shortage of instructing adults
Her challenge will be deciding whom to consult
First, though, will be making a space for herself in the house
Amidst cat, dog, brother, parents and occasional mouse
The landscape of her childhood, Cantley’s valleys and hills
To roam and explore in hothouse heat and sub-arctic chills
She’ll learn from Mom’s clever craftwork
And Dad’s gardening and creative woodwork
Brother John will have to adapt and adjust
And learn to share every hug and crust
Raise a glass to this familial shift
Juniper’s arrival a well-timed gift
Juniper Wilde Boychuk
Born: 3:24 pm, March 18
8 lbs, 4.8 oz
Parents: Jennifer Castro and Jasper Boychuk
Born: 3:24 pm, March 18
8 lbs, 4.8 oz
Parents: Jennifer Castro and Jasper Boychuk
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