Well, that was quite a week.
I’m not going to go into any of my feelings about the election here. I’m sure you can guess them, or you can take a look at my Facebook page to see them (along with a lot of articles I’ve been writing for my new gig at Inquistr).
I went to our little UU church yesterday hoping that the minister would somehow rally us up, give us inspiration and new energy and directives to go back out there and magically make things better. I realized afterwards that I sort of expect her to be like the pit crew that services the race cars in the Indy 500. I screech in when everything is blowing and failing, and she is supposed to fill my tank and fixes my shortages, then I go speeding back into the fray again.
That didn’t happen.
Instead, she offered a scrambled-up sermon reworked from one she had already planned on preaching yesterday. It turns out she didn’t plan on these election results either, and had originally written an intellectual sermon on dystopian worlds.
(Yeah, UU churches are like that. Don’t come expecting a lot of talk about sins or bible quotes.) 😉
But in her mixed-up, crazy dystopian sermon, she said something that took me by surprise. She said that dystopian stories are always written about some terrible time to come, but at some point we needed to acknowledge the truth —
We’re already in the terrible time, and we were before Tuesday.
“an imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarian or environmentally degraded one.”
Not exactly a cheerful thought, huh?
But it’s true for much of the world. Sure, some of us have been existing in a fantastic little bubble for a while. Some of us are white, straight, upper class, two-parent families who have been awfully blessed. But for the poor, people with disabilities and chronic illnesses, people of color, people of other religions, LGBTQ families, refugees and others, things have already been unpleasant and bad.
Our environment is already degraded. Climate change is a reality that’s affecting us more every year, from unpredictable winters to droughts to super-storms to rising sea levels. Animals are going extinct at unprecedented rates. Our air is poisoned. Our water is contaminated. The average child now has at least one chronic illness, not to mention the average adult. We have finally reached the generation that is expected to live shorter lives than their parents. Scientists have been warning us for a while that it’s already too late to stop the catastrophic changes coming, and unless we radically change our ways of life very soon, we can’t even slow it down.
Well, huh. Okay then!
While this is a pretty bleak conclusion to reach when one is already feeling pretty bleak, it also can be seen as liberating. As Janis Joplin once sang, “Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.”
And how does that translate to homeschooling? Or even parenting? How do we protect our kids and give them hope, when things feel hopeless?
Well, first we look to the people who already knew all this, who have had boots on the ground for a long time while. DAPL protesters at Standing Rock. Black Lives Matter organizers. Environmentalists. Even parents of vaccine injured children driving buses across the country to tell their stories. People who act to be the change they want to see in the world. They’re happy to train us, happy to have our help. (Miley Cyrus has already set up a web site to match people to local organizations who could use help in whatever issues are close to your heart.)
And we teach our children. We teach them how to make positive changes in the world and help others — and also how to take care of themselves when they’re feeling fragile and shocked by the dark in the world. We need to model that, too, and take care of ourselves in the midst of all of this darkness.
We prepare them for all kinds of futures — not just a straight line into college and some utopian job waiting at the other side, but for learning trades and volunteering for the Peace Corps and taking gap years and starting businesses and doing freelance work and all of the many ways that we can live in the modern world.
We teach them how to live well on little money, how to meet their own needs, how to survive — not in some melodramatic sense like the zombie apocalypse, but in the sense of knowing how to do well in unpredictable times. And how to share that knowledge to help our communities.
We fight the good fight, and raise aware kids who do the same.
And then we hug them and love them and read them stories and watch silly TV shows and play, because now, more than ever, they need boatloads of that, too.