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There are times in public gatherings that get to me every time. Like
at church, as we stand to sing the first hymn, I feel the hair on the back
of my neck rise. There is something about a group of people focusing on
a single, faith-filled purpose that is electrifying. This also happens
at community meetings and City Hall. There are certain moments worth standing
up for.
I
learned to value community by first renouncing it. Like many of our current
friends, my husband and I came to Mendocino County in the early seventies.
We thought we had invented the "back to the land" lifestyle--a retreat into
our own corner of wilderness--and were surprised to find others were doing
the same thing! We had worked hard in the Bay Area to pay for our land,
and were quite driven by a vision of having an idyllic spot away from the
rat race. The idea of being complete and accountable only to ourselves
was intoxicating--in "escaping" we would keep some vital part of ourselves
intact. I remember being surprised when Kevin's grandmother questioned
my purchase of a rug for a room that was just sketches on paper at the
time. So vividly could I imagine our goal that I had mentally "moved in"--reality
was just a lot of details! I'm sure I was insufferable at times--positive
that I had the right plan, with the right man, in the most perfect spot
on Earth. Surely enlightenment was just around the corner!
When we actually came here to live, I was disturbed to find that pulling away from the world wasn't as satisfying as I'd imagined. I became somewhat depressed, and wondered what was wrong with me that I couldn't just relax and enjoy this beautiful but isolated spot. Why was I so driven to connect with other people? Now I don't see that as pathological at all. The shelter's existence was a message to everyone that domestic violence was a problem that belonged to the community--not a single woman's shame or failure. I witnessed the community's warmth and generosity, unexpected alliances and, in some cases, the sotto voce admission that "this is something I know about from my sister (mother, daughter, etc.)." The community willed it, and we were the conduits. Over a seven year period we built a funding base which enabled us to purchase the shelter, provide school-based prevention programs, and secure ongoing funding for fundamental operations. I discovered how to lobby Sacramento--learning that legislators need information on the issues of their constituent base as much as we need funding and changes in the law. I also formed relationships with staff at the capitol. Now with the advent of term limits, I have found them to be among my most reliable contacts. Though they move from one legislator's office to another, they are always in the business of helping their boss stay in close connection with consituents (whether their concerns are geographic or issue-based). I learned there is no need to be shy when approaching these folks! Before my experiences with Project Sanctuary, I'd always thought of a leader as someone with the big picture who led the charge and motivated the troops--to use a military metaphor. I never felt attracted or competent to take on that kind of role. I discovered that if I just kept heads-up and joined in the effort while heading in a direction that felt healthy, interesting and exciting, I could give flavor and shape to our efforts. I was really just joining the charge. Leadership was a delightful co-creational process--not one person with a bright idea dragging others reluctantly along. In mutual respect, we sparked off of one another to discover each next step--sometimes with noise and passion. This was very exciting! Our programs were both stable and dynamic. New ideas were welcomed but also thoroughly chewed over before we made changes. The staff meeting process we developed was so effective that we received a "transfer of technology" grant from the federal government to promulgate the model nationally. The key to the success of these "transfers" was the degree to which each agency made the process its own. One never entirely follows in another's footsteps. During my campaign, it helped to have clear issues to work for, but it was also critical that people let me know they were supporting me, and not just an aggregate of positions or postures. In practice, if I do my homework on an issue, and bring my brain, my heart and my experience to the discussion, I find it's not all that hard to be decisive. I have taken contrary votes on some issues, yet never felt the others on the council were jerks. It is clear that others have also done their work, and have come to their own honest wisdom. I don't have the whole picture--I only have my piece--but I will argue my position, and listen to theirs. Sometimes we reach consensus, and sometimes it's just in the votes! I was reading recently that in Venice, in the early Renaissance, they had a lottery system to pick council members from a large pool of eligible citizens. Public servants didn't have a long term but would rotate fairly quickly. Everyone in the community who was eligible could be called to serve in these positions, rather than allowing a select few to hold them through personal attributes or effort. The point they were making was that it put the onus on the citizens to be aware of what was going on, because they could be called to serve at any time as part of their participation in the community. There's something about that system that I really like. If we could have participatory democracy as an appointment, not a profession, I would love it. However, with the current scale of governmental complexity, it's not really feasible. The first time I picked up my mail at City Hall, there was a letter from
the governor's office addressed to "The Honorable Kristy Kelly" welcoming
me to my new position. This is the standard greeting for elected officials--but
the first time I saw it was sobering! I choose to read the honorific not
as a statement of fact but as an invitation--a goal for me to keep attaining.
In its idealism, it's quite a beautiful thought.
Ain't
I A Woman? ~ Cover Artist: Joanie Mitchell
Grace Millennium Archives
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