The Audacity of Humanity, ebook

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The Audacity of Humanity
Released 4/2/2010. Rev. 6/13/2010To translate into another language: http://translate.google.com

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Friend and media technologist Deanna Zandt wrote in Share This!
that “the Internet is serving to replicate age-old patterns of influence.
Creating a just society is sort of like the evolution of a species...bring
in ...new strains of DNA...create a stronger species” (16).
The Audacity of Humanity e-book features new strains of DNA
with over 39 contributors ages 10 to 63 from 5 continents
representing multiple ethnicities, sexualities, beliefs, abilities and
limitations. This book shows how even in our global diversity we
are ONE people, one human race.
Imagine courageously up-ending stereotypes and generalizations
to reveal and embrace the remarkable oneness of our humanity. Each
contributor offers a story of authentic leadership and transformation that comes from confronting, not
avoiding, difference or what matters to you. That is the freedom to be offended and stay connected. From A to Zed,
Audacity is a collective testament to this little light of mine...the audacity of humanity. Read the essays or just read
the bios and learn how people and life will not contained by description.
The idea for this book started with Seth Godin’s What Matters Now (Dec 2009) where 70 “big thinkers” shared an
idea for 2010. Deanna and Lianne Raymond invited me to be part of a women’s version. What’s Dying to Be Born
was released on 2010 International Women’s Day. Out of that, I curated this version to speak to even greater
diversity to inspire our deepest compassion and power through collaboration and inclusion.
I hope you get it. Tweet it. Email it. And blog about it on your own site. “Seth’s message, to all of us imprisoned by our
own self-limiting beliefs, is this: find your true being, your emotional creative heart and follow it full-bore” (Steven
Pressfield). It's a good exercise to share your thoughts on our Facebook fan page.
Share your “moral jazz.” Share your willingness to be audacious in situations where you were once silent.
Be the audacity of that! (rev. 25 July 2010)
I am a 2009 TED Fellow, a writer, a connector and a singer-songwriter.
Welcome to my Twitterdome. I am Kyra Gaunt

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fTRANSPARENT
I am singer-songwriter and an Associate Professor at Baruch College-CUNY who
voices "the unspoken” through song, scholarship and social media. Tweet me
@kyraocity. I am that racism is a resource...for being courageous and compassionate.
I am Kyra Gaunt.
(adj) having the property of transmitting light without appreciable
scattering so that bodies lying beyond are seen clearly.
Race may be a pigment of our imagination, but in
conversations that offend us, we get stuck. In the fall of
2009 I taught a course on racism at a diverse, business
college in New York City. Around midterms, a white
student whom I had previously known falsely accused me
of saying, “all white people should be killed.” In a ten
page single-spaced document he added that I had insisted
the course be required as “reparations” for past injustices
among other things.
During six weeks of brazen discontent “Tony,” let’s
call him, colluded with the students—white and black—
who were tired of talking about racism after Obama’s
election. After a belligerent outburst during class he
eventually threatened to sue me. The day before our final
class, he and I were in mediation with the Omsbud.
I heard him out, even made some concessions, but
by meeting’s end I was shaking--convinced that I would
be sued. Afterwards, when rushing to a musical rehearsal
in Soho at three o’clock in the afternoon, several cabs
refused my fare. That was the straw that broke the
camel's back. A final driver slowed his cab but still tried
to refuse my fare. Locking his doors and cracking his
window, he asked where I was headed before he let me
in. This. Got. Under. My. Skin. And angry tears came.
Still crying the next morning, I could barely speak
during the final class. I didn’t know what to say. So I
shared about being locked out of catching a cab. I
practiced what I preach when I forced myself to ask the
driver, “You weren’t going to pick me up because I'm
black were you?” He admitted he had taken 3 people
[black people] to the Bronx and they hadn’t paid him. In
order to stop the madness I had to leave him a decent tip
despite his indirect admission. All of the students
responded as if racism in the real world had finally
reared its head including the “Tony.” He raised his hand
and said, “I think everyone should have the opportunity
to face their oppressor and if they don’t, I’d apologize to
them. Everyone should have that opportunity.” Maybe it
was the mediation, my story or both but peace came.
A week later I had an epiphany. It was, and is, my
responsibility to let go of my blackness in a racism
course, to learn to be transparent so to speak. I owe
myself that as well as each and every student. I shared
that with “Tony” and he holds no grudge.
(rev. 3 Apr 2010; rev. 13 June 2010).

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Complaining about not being heard is not an option
anymore and everyone owes it to themselves to own a
piece of the Internet. You do that by publishing yourself
online and blessing the world with one of your skills and
allowing everyone to be inspired by what you say or do.
The technology that we have around, social media and
Web design obviously facilitate the process and it doesn't
have to cost you much to own a piece of the action.
Quite a few people didn't think that what they had to
share would be of any value until they tried and realized
that the world was patiently waiting for their
contribution. A man created a website with a blank page
and sold each piece for a dollar and became millionaire.
A young girl posted a video of herself singing, getting on
a table and falling, others were inspired by it and she
ended up on Oprah. Some sing, some dance, some are
funny, some are full of knowledge.
Be yourself and start sharing a piece of what matters to
you with the world. Do it today because we don't know
about tomorrow. Do it today because the world has
patiently been waiting for YOU.
Get online.
About 10 years ago I discovered the Internet and its
power. Back then it was all about Y2K and how
everything was going to blow up. Well, the Internet
did blow up it just blew up in a direction that
people didn't expect. I tell you, these experts
(SMH ;-)
All this was before a little bird called Twitter, a TV
called YouTube, back when you fell asleep with
your face in a book.
The world turned around itself a few times since
and we're living in a new era. An era that truly
allows us to be powerful beyond measure. Not only
can we share information online, we are blessed
with the opportunity to share information and be
heard by the world. As if this wasn't powerful
enough we also have the ability to own the media
on which the information is created and shared.
I am a professional in the web design industry. I was
born and raised in Montreal (Quebec) and moved to
Ottawa (Ontario), which I made my home. I help people
produce income on the web doing what they love.
Tweet me @stevenleconte. I am Steven Leconte.
BEING HEARD

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I move stories about the body. I am a Japanese American~happa dancer and
ethnomusicologist (happa = mixed, criolle, biracial, squash!). I wrote Sensational
Knowledge: Embodying Culture through Japanese Dance and I study Monster
Truck rallies and human-computer interfaces. I am Tomie Hahn.
Race-Mixing
Recipe for Mixing
for Kimiko
Every fall tendrils creep out of my mulch pile, out of my half-eaten debris, carted out religiously after the kitchen
scrap bucket holds no more. What climbing plants could these be, wandering from the muck, reaching to warm
sunlight?
To my delight, the first year these mystery plants bore fruit—pumpkins and carnival squash.
The second year, similar leaves and vines crawled along the rich soil, grasping at any stable staff to hoist skyward.
The trailing green vines—now bearing pumpkins with speckles, squash, and ornamental gourds—seemed to
intertwine sensuously. Caressing gently here. Climbing and interweaving almost competitively there. Prickly broad
leaves forming shade, camouflaging fruit below.
What’s to hide?
Year three, delicate tendrils return.
I watch eagerly as each vine sprawls out with whimsical, yet slow dance steps.
Later, after the performance, they recline longingly.
What secret appears under shaded leaves?
Radiant orange hybrids of gourds, squash, pumpkin—striped and speckled pumpkins, carnival squash with gourd
knobs, and long gourds wearing stems befitting jack-o-lanterns. Three years of fertile cross-pollination, as one
anther’s pollen mingled with the other. None can simply pass for pumpkin, nor squash, nor gourd any longer. The
labor from mulch bore no Latin-named offspring. Each vine offers unique offspring with no sense of belonging,
except with those traveling along the vine.

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I recently read your post about engagement photography and wanted to thank you for the mention.
As I write this, I am sitting at the head of my bed about to call it a night and go to sleep.
After reading your article, I do agree with your general sentiment. There is undeniable value in
documenting the "pre-wedding" or engagement experience. That said, I am shocked by the line: "As
long as you don’t pay an outrageous price for the photographer’s services, you certainly won’t regret it."
What exactly is an "outrageous price" for photography?
I do not believe this to be “outrageous,” this love, this art…a story of creation. As a person dedicated to
the mastery of art and community organization, I offer a wedding vow to photographers and their clients.
Let me charge you both to remember, that your future happiness is to be found in mutual consideration,
patience, kindness, confidence, and affection. We are to be one, undivided.
The lovechild of a sweltering African son, tempered with a dash of
Jamaican jerk, seasoned by a well-read mother goddess who cooks with
no books. Marinated in melting pots thick with legacy. Leavened by the
cultural yeast of a sleepless city. The yield? One dream walkin' Lightseer.
Ready to serve the betrothed @iamparris. I am Parris Whittingham
ENGAGEMENT
pho·tog·ra·phy fә-ˈtä-grә-fē : noun (2010)
The art, practice, or occupation of taking and printing photographs that capture the ethereal,
ineffable, stories of life for the future.

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Photo credit: ©Parris Whittingham

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I am the director of Mideast Youth I am a TED Fellow, Echoing Green Fellow and
a fighter for minority civil rights and free speech in the Middle East. My latest
project is MidEast Tunes: Music for Social Change. I am Esra'a Al Shafei.
OUTRAGEOUS YOUTH
Moved as a young child by the disrespectful and inhumane treatment of immigrant workers
that I witnessed, I kept in my heart a deep sense of outrage and injustice. There is no force
more powerful, it is said, than that of righteous indignation. Increasingly frustrated in my
early college years by the one-dimensional portrayal throughout media of Middle Eastern
youth – a portrayal virtually unanswered because of censorship and state control of media in
the region - I took to my keyboard to answer with my own voice, to show not only the
diversity of ethnicities, religions, and cultures in the region, but also the diversity of opinion,
fervor, ideals, hopes, and politics; to portray for the first time in the global discourse Middle
Eastern youth in all our depth, our feelings, and our complexity.
I was joined over time by a growing number of similar voices, declaring in unison that we are
Muslim and moderate, idealistic and hopeful, Jewish and peaceful; we are Christians, Baha’is,
Sunnis and Shias; Persians and Arabs; Turks, Berbers and Kurds, and we are all here so that
the world hears us in our own voices. We are humanity, with feelings and dreams that unite us
with the rest of the world.

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I am half chinese australian from Earth :-). I am the special diplomatic envoy
for St Kitts and Nevis for sustainable development and the environment. I
wrote Stone Soup: The Secret Recipe for Making Something from Nothing. I
am an entrepreneur and philanthropist who tweets @liaonet. I am Bill Liao.
A Climate Change
Angry frustration boils over and the mob pushes forward their
hastily assembled placards disintegrating in the scrum.
Security, caught flat-footed, scramble to prevent chaos and yet
the actions of a few “peaceful” non-government organization
members will hasten the banning of many people of good will
from attending the remainder of the United Nations 2010
Climate Change Conference of the Parties No. 15 in
Copenhagen.
Taking this picture, in the face of palpable yet
misdirected hostility, made me reflect on how easily
divided we are as a species. How even the name
"United Nations" does not convey a unity of people
nor purpose. Rather it conveys divided national
identities and bureaucracies that in reality separate
us from each other. For what is it to be French or
English? To consider yourself American or
Chinese? To imagine that you are Indian or African?
Is it to appear somehow special by seeing anyone
else as "other," as “outsider”?
Our geographical labels would appear as ridiculous
to any alien as they do to most geneticists or to
indeed any Buddhist. They no longer serve us
because the separation that once informed our
cultural pride has become a millstone preventing the
changes we need to make as a people not of many
nations, nor of separate geographies. We are a single
species that has taken over the Earth and we are
busy making a mess of it. In the moment when I
took this photo, I saw that we are only a people of
one homeworld and that homeworld is imperiled by
childish bickering.

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I am the creator of WhiteHotTruth.com...because self realization
rocks. I am an inspirational speaker and strategist, I help
entrepreneurs light up their career with my signature Fire Starter
Sessions. Tweet me @daniellelaporte. I am Danielle LaPorte.
Genius Heart
Ruthless compassion.
A spirituality that makes way for rage.
A body politic that can forgive.
A generous commerce.
A unified diversity.
It’s feminine-fire-fueled. It’s round like eggs.
It’s spine roots back to the beginning.
A tree will conspire to speed the death of it’s own
branches as symptoms of disease surface. It’s how
some of us vote, or yell on behalf of the silenced.
It’s how we call crazy on its shit, and declare with
hollers, and touch, and laughter that, The heart is sane!
The beauty of our DNA is dying to be born: an
acceptance of the order of chaos; the reverence
of High Priestesses in the grocery store; the force
of incredibly tender men; the critical necessity of
senses that transcend technology.
We can speed the dying (it can hurt.) Karate-
chop greed. Puncture silicon. Carve up pretense
and principles too small for how big we really
are. Let the heart make the way -- she will
anyhow, by plow or by whisper, by angst or by
grace.
The genius heart is being born.
She loves fiercely, wholly, and now.

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If we are one, then what matters to me
is what’s of interest to you.
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We can’t start perfectly and beautifully, but if
we’re willing to start by accepting our neuroses
and basic chaos, we have a stepping-stone.
Don’t be afraid of being a fool. Start as a fool.
–Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche (Tibetan)
One of the great liabilities of history is that all too many
people fail to remain awake through great periods of social
change. Every society has its protectors of the status quo and
its fraternities of the indifferent who are notorious for sleeping
through revolutions. But today our very survival depends on
our ability to stay awake, to adjust to new ideas, to remain
vigilant and to face the challenge of change.
–Martin Luther King, Jr. (African)
I do not believe there is anything impossible.
I feel that when you do not see your strength, your
pride, and your soul, and you do not want to deal
with something, you call it impossible.
–Yogi Bhajan (Indian)
WISDOM

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ABUJA - MARCH, 23, 2010 - AFTERNOON
I am writing from a dusty classroom in Nigeria’s fairly
quiet capital, Abuja. the theme Gangsta's Paradise from
Hollywood movie Dangerous Minds is playing in my head.
Three weeks ago, I came to teach Acting for Film at the New
York Film Academy's newly formed Nigeria campus. Somehow
I missed the memo about playing Michelle Pfeiffer’s character
teaching "gangster rebels’ in a Nollywood version of the film.
They say I gotta learn
But nobody's here to teach me.
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
A screenwriting student mentions that the Nigerian press wrote
we were here to ‘rehabilitate the rebels of the Niger Delta
region;’ the southeastern area between Lagos and Cameroon,
home to 9 Nigerian tribes whose land contains vast reserves of
oil. It is the seat of horrific bloodshed and violence as the
conflict between disenfranchised populations, oil company
conglomerates and the government plays out.
On March 17th, 2010, just 10 days after our team of US
instructors arrived, there was a brutal massacre of more than
500 civilians, mostly children and women in nearby Jos. It was
another sickening cyclic retaliation due to differing political,
religious beliefs and ethnic background (all which are too
complex for me to decipher).
Tell me why are we / So blind to see.
That the ones we hurt / Are you and me?
I had to laugh at the use of the word "rebels." My students are
'rebels' indeed. My rebels are the ones actually defying
violence and conflict in their region; the ones who traveled
from far and further afar to come to Abuja to learn filmmaking,
acting, editing and animation. These are eager young 20-
somethings desperate for a creative outlet for their war-weary
wings to fly. Each has a story of how they got here--cousins
who applied on their behalf, church pastors who reached out,
radio advertisements they heard while driving. They are
committed and they are here.
These are rebels armed with art and the power of
storytelling. Right now their pen has to be mightier than the
sword. These are the leaders of tomorrow. They are rebels
without machetes or guns but with pens, scripts and art in
hand.
I look around my classroom. I know many of them will
become the Nouvelle Vague of Nigerian entertainment, if not
civic leaders. I hum and nod my head to the theme
song Gangsta's Paradise with a smile as my ‘rebel students’
rehearse their scenes...quiet on set, please! I am hoping to
fulfill my casting as the inspirational teacher that they will
never forget…Action!
TEACHING REBELS
I am a Polymathic artist= actor + writer + thought leader of
Korean cultural descent with a fierce traveling horse spirit.
I am Esther Kyung-ju (Celebrating Pearl) Chae

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I am a strong black woman who refuses to succumb to the adversities I've faced
in life. I am a passionate advocate for people in recovery from a mental illness.
My story was featured in “Firewalkers: Changing the Story of Mental Health.”
I could be your next door neighbor. I am Myra Anderson.
The Other Word
There is an “N” word that I repeatedly face that
evokes revulsion in me. It's “Nuts.” It is used to
describe a person suffering from a mental illness.
Though some do not find this “N” word to be as
vulgar as "n*gger," I find this word to be equally
offensive as a person living with a serious mental
illness.
It is challenging enough for me to be black, female,
poor, and have come from an unconventional family
with an undesirable upbringing. It’s far more
challenging to live with a mental illness and endure
the discrimination and prejudice that comes
packaged with the diagnosis.
My mental illness has been like a double edge
sword. First there is the actual devastation of the
diagnosis--having your hopes and dreams trampled
and replaced with emotional upset, psychiatrist
visits, medications, hospitalizations, therapy
appointments and support groups. If that is not
enough there’s the misconceptions, stigma, and
discrimination which can be even more disabling the
actual illness itself.
I know what this is like firsthand. I was forced to
leave a college due to my mental illness. I have lost
jobs. I’ve lost housing. Lost friendships. I have had
people constantly underestimate my ability. “Well,
you don’t really 'look' like you have a mental
illness," they say. So what does it really look like?
I’ve also heard I am too “smart” and “well spoken”
to have a mental illness. Mental illness does not rob
you of your intellectual aptitude. My last semester
in college I was hospitalized 5 times, yet I still
managed to make the Dean’s List.
The time has come for those in recovery from
mental illness, like myself, to take our place in the
sun and challenge the stigma and stereotypes posed
by societies. I challenge these stereotypes daily by
getting up, exercising, going to work, smiling, and
volunteering in my community despite my feelings
and the side effects of my medication. So do me a
favor, next time you see me, don’t refer to me as
“Nuts.”
“N”

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I asked a few of my students and teachers to write
something about me. Before the time to go home,
they wrote these responses. I was thrilled to read
what they wrote. It was my opportunity to learn
who I am -- though I'm not very sure if what they
wrote is true or it's just because we love each
other. :-)
Nihad Salim: "I started learning at this school
since I was six years old; Now I am 12. Mama
Lucy is a founder of our school Shepherds Junior.
She is a hard-working mama. She is kind. She
loves us and I love her very much."
Leah Albert: "I joined Shepherds Junior 6 years
ago when I was in Nursery. Now I am in class 6.
When our school started, there was no cook. Mama
Lucy cooked for us tea or porridge. May God bless
Mama Lucy to live a long life. Thank you."
Kelvin Yudah: “When I started school [five years
ago], she used her small Toyota Corolla to take
pupils to school and return them back home. It
could carry 10 children. Now our school is having
1 big bus from Epic Change and 3 school vans.”
Teacher Lillian, a founder teacher: "Mama Lucy is
a founder and School Manager of Shepherds
Junior. She works very close and likes to share
ideas with her workers compared to some other
bosses. She always work hard to see the problem is
solved. She is a person who never gives up. Thank
you!”
Teacher Nancy - Class 6 teacher and Academic
Mistress: “I first met Mama Lucy year 2006 when
she employed me. She is a role model to our
community; a woman who never fails in her
ambitions.”
Gideon Gidori: “Mama Lucy is a very intelligent
and a person who works hard so that we can get
good education. I am proud of Shepherds Junior.”
Follow our TwitterKids including Glory Abraham
on Twitter (click links). Thank you, Mama Lucy
My village in Arusha, Tanzania did not have good schools.
So, I started Shepherds Junior School in 2003 with money
I raised from a small chicken farm. I began with only 10
students. With the help of Epic Change, now I serve more
than 411 kids and my school is currently ranked #2 in my
district out of 118 schools. Find me on twitter
@MamaLucy. I am Mama Lucy Kamptoni.
good education

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I am a seasoned photographer from New York City specializing in live events to
maximize publicity and exposure. I have created a repertoire of unique images from
over 25 years of photography experience. I am Carl Nunn.
EXPOSURE

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I am a Certified Personal Trainer and wellness consultant in New York City. I
think taking responsibility for our health in an act of self love. We need the proper
nutrition, we need to detox and we need to drink clean water. Email me at
trudeauwellness@gmail.com. I am Ivan Trudeau.
The Last Apartheid
As a trainer, I found it hard to believe when people tell
me they don't like to drink water.
No Water. No Life. No Water. No Food.
We cannot exist without it.
But everyday water is being separated from people by
major corporations around the world while we take
water for granted.
We are living in times when our fresh water supply is
being polluted and it's contributing to learning
disabilities and birth defects. Clean water is a children's
issue of justice.
If the chemicals in our water today can feminize male
frogs, what impact do you think it has on humans? Or
on the hormonal balances of men and women? The
petrochemicals in the plastic containers we buy have
been known to cause breast cancer and infertility.
Clean water is a gender issue of justice.
Water, sold in single-serving plastic bottles, is
responsible for hundreds of tons of plastic waste, the
release of hundreds of tons of carbon dioxide, and
millions of gallons of crude oil used for the
manufacture and transportation of the bottles. Clean
water is a sustainability issue of justice.
By buying a home filtration system you could be
spending 8¢ per gallon versus 25¢ per gallon for the
plastic-bottled water bought from a corner store or
local grocer. We are being sold tap water in unregulated
bottles labeled "spring water". Richard Wilk, a
professor of anthropology at Indiana University, who
studied the industry, wrote "The bottled water industry
takes a free liquid that falls from the sky and sells it for
as much as four times what we pay for gas." Clean
water is a cost-of-living issue of justice.
Lack of access to clean water is separating us from
healthy children, from wellness in men and women,
from our income, from a sustainable planet, and
ultimately from our very lives. Separated from our very
existence this could be the last Apartheid. Diversity
won’t matter without clean water.

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I am young woman with a fierce passion for amplifying unheard voices.
I am a consultant for international non-profits. I love music, art,
culture, and vibrance. I graduate from Indiana University with an MPA
in May 2010. Tweet me @amycarolwolff. And I am saved by
the grace of Jesus Christ. I am Amy Carol Wolff.
The social sector has gotten stuck. We have confused
energy and vision with meaningless mission statements
and empty slogans featuring words like “eradication”,
“sustainability”, and “collaboration”. We promise our
donors and investors that we have found the way to end
pollution, disease, hunger, and social injustice. We paint
these grandiose pictures akin to that of the millennium
development goals (MDGs), and then we wonder why our
donors are beginning to ask us
where their money is going.
People are still poor. The slave
trade is still thriving. Children are
still hungry. Carbon dioxide
emissions remain excessive. All
realities that leave us with a
question of, “Have we actually
done anything at all?”
Yes, we have. We have developed
ready-to-use-therapeutic-food to
address issues of malnutrition. We
have provided millions of dollars
in loans to foster entrepreneurship
in the developing world. We have
used SMS technology to connect people to healthcare
and food. We have even set up voluntary carbon
markets to hone and incentivize environment-friendly
processes.
We are doing good work. But we are growing
increasingly lazy in the way that we tell our stories. In
fact, I’ll take it one step further – we are lying. People
are asking for measurements of success and many of
us do not have them – at least, not the ones we
promised.
Using buzz words instead of creative and honest
language to convey the work we are doing is
disrespectful to the people and communities we serve.
If you do choose to promise to eradicate poverty, I
challenge you to do this in front of an audience of
children in the slums of Kenya. If you choose to
promise to stop the international sex trade, do it while
looking into the eyes of the young rape victims in
your own city. And if you choose to promise a future
for all children,
I dare you to do so while sitting with a mother who
knows that the AIDS that claimed her husband’s life
will soon claim hers. They will all ask how. And they
deserve a clearly defined answer.
SLOGaneering

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I am an African American transplant from Southwest
Louisiana living in the Big Apple. A writer of books, essays and
blogs. I love to cook, and absolutely love to read. I tweet at
@cocacy. I am the thirtymilewoman Courtney Young.
COLORED
I baked for nine months in my mama’s tummy and came out right on time during the Winter of
1980. But in Louisiana, our winters are more like happy autumns without the tenacity to carry the
bitterness and meanness of a real freeze. I was a fat baby and brown like a good roux; browner so
like pralines and pecan pies done right. I grew into a brown girl with plaits and knobby knees, legs
good for double dutch and Vaseline on bony edges. When I was six, I had a birthday party and all
my school friends were invited. One of my classmates gave me a doll and she had alabaster skin,
great big blue eyes and two long blonde plaits, one down each side tied at the end with a blue
ribbon. After the party was over, my mama took the doll away and told me that brown girls need
brown dolls and that was that. The hard truth came via middle school when I learned that brown
girls weren’t the color that pretty makes. There was a hierarchy -- boys liked the light skinned girls
the best but long silky hair was a close second. They didn’t mind a little fat as long as you
definitely had number one and better if you could complement number one with number two.
Pretty was a currency that could be bartered for popularity, recognition, and attention. During
adolescence and young adulthood my brown girlness wasn’t reflected in the fashion magazines I
read or the television I watched. I wondered, what color does pretty make? It seemed to me that
pretty was well pretty cliquish -- only allowing a selected few into the group, never fully realizing
the rest of us who stood right outside her purview. I decided to find my own pretty, for me, and I
found her within. I am the color that pretty makes and I love her Boldly.

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I'm everything I've been and still collecting: Playwright, filmmaker,
musician and speaker. I am Hanifah Walidah.
PERSON-HOOD
Sex is just but one dialect from the lexicon of the body’s language. We concern ourselves with the act of
having sex or initiating the procreative process as a central meaning when speaking about sexuality. To
refer to me as lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, straight or otherwise grants you a peep hole perspective into my very
personal horizontal existence. And with this limited view, which is not yours to imagine or judge from the
outset, you loose the potential to comprehend who I am and what I may need to express when positioned
otherwise.
When I talk about my sexuality I’m not speaking about how and who I have sex with. I’m expressing the
same with my hands, legs, smile, eyebrows and lips an army of ideas, emotions, intellectual viewpoints
and quiet connections. Our sexuality is an underused doorway to a robust comprehension of both strangers
and community. There is a sincerity in the way my body reacts to your words and their multitude of
possible meanings.
I propose instead of using these rigid and uniformed ideas of sexuality and gender expression as safeguards
we begin to observe, listen and accept the dialogue of our bodies. I simply suggest we include, explore and
use the body’s language when forming our identities and impressions of one another. We may find that
attraction does not always mean sex but the potential for understanding that predicates creativity.

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The BATTLE
I am named for a beautiful, bright lotus that grows in a murky
stream and blossoms for just a few hours at night. I am an
instrument created by the Lord to illuminate places where
there is no light. Tweet me @kamalalane. I am Kamala Lane.
I was a soldier in the United States Army
National Guard, and after years of serving only
one weekend a month, I was headed for the war
in Iraq. The year was 2005. I couldn’t
understand why I had to go. Why did I have to
interrupt college, a critical point in my life, to
support a war that I wasn’t sure had validity?
When my boots first hit the tan earth, I had no
idea what to expect. All the training under my
belt was theoretical. It didn’t map out the
direction a tour of duty would take every day or
how it would turn out. I found myself with
something to fear other than the threat of
mortars, IEDs and gunfire.
Uncertainty.
It seized my flesh and bones and left me
paralyzed. But I knew I couldn’t stay there.
Despite my misgivings about the conflict, I had
to honor my commitment to my country, my
fellow troops, to myself. Each day my faith
and sanity were under attack, but I returned
fire, refused to surrender to it. I knew that I
couldn’t give up because I had an obligation –
to present myself a living testimony to what
faith and courage can do.
Since then, I have turned in my rifle and
combat boots, but now I’m better-equipped for
the real fight. With each challenge, I don’t
always know why I have to go, but
I’m always glad that I did.

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I was born in Senegal, West Africa. I am a London-based philanthropist, CEO,
social entrepreneur, blogger and mom. I have a passionate commitment to
empower my fellow Africans through education and social entrepreneurship.
I tweet from London, Paris, Dakar, and New York @mjamme.
I am Mariéme Jamme.
charity
Thousands of well-meaning people around the world
give regularly to charities or want to donate or get
involved in some way but are unsure of the best way
to go about it. Many of these people lack knowledge
of the real issues on the ground affecting ordinary
Africans. They are often unaware of alternative,
more hands-on strategies to donate that can
sometimes give better, more tangible results and are
ultimately more satisfying for all concerned.
So here are 8 tips and donation strategies.
1. Do not fall into the trap of thinking that Africa is
all about poverty. It is extremely rich in resources
both human and natural.
2. Do not forget that there are 53 countries in
Africa.
3. Do not forget that governments (Western and
non-Western) are often incompetent, short-
sighted, and/or corrupt when it comes to aid to
Africa.
4. Consider visiting an African country and/or NGO
to see for yourself before donating.
5. Do not write a cheque or set up a direct debit
before asking for proof of how the money will be
spent. Not all charities are accountable.
6. Target charities with a sharp focus on health, new
technologies, empowerment, education,
infrastructure, rape centres, climate change,
water, agriculture, etc.
7. Do not forget to empower local individuals in/
from Africa. Invest in learning from them. Invest
in teaching and learning with that person so she/
he can pass the knowledge on to others in the
community.
8. Finally, make friends in Africa and find partners
and doers that can help you get involved in
ongoing or stagnant projects. There is no need to
reinvent the wheel.
(Originally posted March 6th, 2010. Visit http://bit.ly/
dwSM81 for more tips).
How not to give money to charities working in Africa

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! am a southern geordie with no accent from north east enger-land.
With pa(mi)ssion, ! adjust your listening : ! mentor individuals and
small groups to have them find & design their pa(mi)ssion to be.
Email me @ marley.liz@googlemail.com. ! am L¡z Marley.
A KILLER IDEA
I notice if I'm asked to point someone out, if that
person is black, I hesitate. Will it be the right word?
Will I say it the right way? It's like part of you has
to die in order to live with the world that way.
Two years ago I traveled from the U.K. to San
Francisco to attend the Conference for Global
Transformation in 2008. One of the workshops I
attended was called Agree to Be Offended: Curious
Connections in Conversations of Race facilitated by
Kyra Gaunt. It was standing room only with 50
participants from the US, Canada and even Europe
where some individuals insist racism doesn't exist.
Kyra took us beyond the usual rigmarole about skin
color and explained how people think that merely
talking about race is what separates us. The problem
has little to do with skin color, and everything to do
with how we resist conversations that offend us. We
take things personally, get offended, and then we're
stuck. All that's left is gossip or avoidance. Then,
she had us share our
earliest memories of learning about racism--how old
we were, who was there and what happened. That
memory can be a "useful failure" for discovering
why racism persists and how ordinary people–
avoiding something that happened when they were
small—unwittingly perpetuate it with their silence.
It's been two years and Kyra and I have become
partners in promoting what I think is a killer idea.
Agree to Be Offended and Stay Connected™. It is
our listening, not our judgment, that can make a
difference. Otherwise, who is the separatist?
I have a whole new way of looking at racism.
Transparency is available as well as the
disappearance of the whole question of race. By
presencing or saying what offends us in the
moment, we get to put our hands on and truly grasp
how it's going to go. I have a whole new take on
racism as a resource for being courageous and
compassionate. It's not about the end of racism --
and that is NOW possible -- but rather the end of its
power over us.

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I am an Indian woman who can't live without exclamation points
and believes that no one is too small to have an impact. I tweet
about InVenture Fund @shivsiroya and I am Shivani Siroya
Real Profits
Reading this quote was the first of many defining
moments for me. It changed what I thought I wanted
to do with my life and career, and what I believed I
was capable of achieving. Just think of how long
mosquito bites can itch! What could I do in some
small way that would have the same lasting value,
impact?
In one of InVenture's first pilot programs in Bamako,
Mali, we began working with a female cooperative
of thirty Bogolan artisans including teenagers,
mothers, and grandmothers well into their 60s.
Bògòlanfini cloth, aka "earthcloth" or "mudcloth", is
a traditional woven fabric dyed with fermented mud.
Korotommu Ye was the leader. A mother of seven,
Koro was very entrepreneurial, always among the
top-ranked students in her class. The cooperative
was doing well, but it wasn't growing. Their debt
was eating away any significant gains. Koro (as well
as the others) was initially hesitant about donating
any of her profits, even if the money would improve
her own 'community'.
And as soon a business begins to turn a profit,
InVenture Fund asks them to reinvest in their
community. They have the autonomy to choose
where their money goes so they can see firsthand
how powerful the process can be.
Eventually, Koro and her collective decided to
allocate 5% of their profits to the health clinics of
Project Muso, a non-profit and our local partner. 5%
amounts to 21,926 West African Francs (CFA) x 30
women = about $45 US dollars.
As the profits came in, there was a dramatic shift in
attitude. Koro and her fellow entrepreneurs were
excited! Their own hard-earned dollars were now
being used to pay for the community’s health
services. They were proud of their ability to do good
for others while also benefiting themselves. Not only
were they sustaining their families, but they also saw
a more lasting, intangible return: empowerment. To
the community at large these women became
leaders, standing for something more than just their
craftwork.
All we had to do was let them choose their impact!
“If you think you’re too small to have an impact, try going to
sleep with a mosquito in the room” – Anita Roddick.

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There are many restorative justice systems. The one
I’ve studied is Restorative Circles (RC), a system
originally developed by Dominic Barter in the shanty
towns, schools, courts and prisons of urban Brazil.
I am a bit embarrassed to champion it, because I fell
into it rather recently, but RC fits with my belief
system and values so completely, I cannot imagine
writing about anything else for this project.
Restorative Circles provide a way for individuals and
communities to handle conflicts, including racial
conflicts, compassionately rather than punitively, as
well as to heal and learn from these conflicts.
To the uninitiated, restorative processes may appear
idealistic and naive. After all, they reject the two core
aspects of the traditional justice system: the
assignment of blame and the administration of
punishment. Instead, the goal of the Circle is for the
parties involved in the conflict to first gain mutual
understanding of the others’ experiences and needs
and then to restore or build a mutually satisfying
relationship.
Talking is involved, so is listening. Lots of listening.
But it’s a decidedly different type of talk than people
usually engage in, and it's not just talk.
The restorative process is designed to lead to
voluntary (and they really are voluntary!) acts offered
to repair or restore the relationship. The two words
are not synonymous. Reparative acts have to do with
compensation -- paying for a broken window is a
reparative act -- while restorative acts are those whose
value is largely symbolic, like a heart-felt apology.
It’s certainly not surprising that people prefer to have
both, but, according to Barter, if they can only have
one, there is a strong preference for acts that are
restorative.
And yet, restorative processes aren’t, at the heart of it,
about apologies. They’re about mutual understanding
and connection. Too often racial conflict is addressed
with (legitimate) accusations. Denial ensues. Feelings
are hurt. At the end, no one feels good about what
happened. Restorative processes offer an alternative,
one that connects people and leaves them satisfied.
Right now, nothing in my anti-racism work gives me
more meaning or more hope.
I am a Soviet-born, U.S.-raised psychologist, scholar and activist focused on race
relations and popular culture. I blog for Psychology Today and OpEdNews, where
I am the managing editor. I tweet @MikhailL I have no known mutant powers but
provided regular Congressional testimony opposing the Mutant Registration Act.
I am Mikhail Lyubansky.
Restorative justice

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I am an actor/dancer/singer/writer/violinist/community
worker born and raised in NYC. I perform stateside and
abroad. I facilitate Red Tents and organize arts and
activist workshops in the communities- from schools,
prisons, and your local homey´s house.
I am Jennifer Cendaña Armas.
Keeping Connected To Our Families´ Cultures
And Languages
Walang Título
de tierra hangang tierra
lumalakad ang tao
en busca de un puente
a bridge
para sa dormir
para sa trabajo
para sa ver las cosas chismised about in barangays
back home
first languages are not easily defined
and third world defines simply the purposeful poverty
of our peoples
caminamos en las calles
pero puede nakita sino ang bago dito-
the fresh off the boats
and those who've grown into a swagger
si-
podemos intindihan ang kanta amerikano
y hindi hirap to translate ang sulat de seguridad social
o de los hospitales
o del gobierno
cuando nuestros padres
worry their english isn't enough
anak, hijas de inmigrantes
we are
hindi tayo parejo
lumake kami dito
un lugar con fronteras
and that has made all the difference
de nuestras comunidades
somos y no somos
hindi ko alam ang momento
cuando
we became more american than not.
Mestiza This

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Reach me at Lapulapu17@hotmail.com.
I am the flipside of Jennifer Cendaña Armas.
For Translation
Keeping Connected To Our Families´ Cultures
And Languages
Walang Título
from land to land
walk the people
looking for a bridge
ng tulay
to be able to sleep
to be able to work
to see those things gossiped en los barrios back home
es difícil para explicar las lenguas primeras
at third world = la pobreza de ng tao
we walk the streets
but you can spot los nuevos-
ang fresh off the boats
y el pueblo que han crecido una manera de
pagmamalaki
yes-
we understand american songs
and translate letters from
the social security office
the hospital
the government
when mag-alala our parents
porque mga ingles no es suficiente
somos the children of immigrants
but we are not the same
we've grown up here
this bordered homefront
at esa es la diferencia
we are and are not from where we are from
I can´t pinpoint that exact moment
when
hemos crecido mas norte americanos que no.
Mestiza THat

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the most successful marketing campaign ever.
the mark of a great marketing campaign is when the
idea or slogan transcends the product. it attaches to
the cultural consciousness, and when attached to the
product, makes the product greater.
for instance, nike’s campaign, “Just Do It’ began to
be applied to everything from winning a basketball
game, to graduating from college, to giving birth. it’s
now a part of our cultural vocabulary. another
example is the 1930s advertising phrase ‘a diamond
is forever’ promoting the idea that one was simply
necessary to cement an engagement. diamonds were
NOT traditionally associated
with marriage or engagement.
but the concept has become so
entrenched in our culture most
of us have no idea it originated
as marketing.
racism, as we know it, was
also implemented as a
marketing ploy. the goal of this
campaign was to devalue
human beings to the status of
chattel. this had to be accomplished in order for
other human beings to be able to kidnap, buy, sell,
torture, maim, rape, kill, and work them to death,
while maintaining a sense of their moral correctness.
the product was slavery. a free work force. you
couldn’t have a free work force if everyone was
catching feelings every time someone dropped dead
from exhaustion, screamed for their stolen child, etc.
in order to ’sell’ the idea that human beings should
be treated as chattel, the marketing message was,
‘these people are not like you and me, they are
different, inferior, subhuman.’ it was entrenched
enough that it could be handily applied to
dismantling reconstruction efforts, segregating
bathrooms and burial plots, and instituting jim crow
laws. so, that’s that.
as the world changed, the applications have changed,
but the fact that racism can still be used, for
example, as a wedge issue in an election to rouse
people to vote against their own self-interest out of
fear, is proof of the power of the marketing message.
compound that w/the fact that this country has been
pushing this advertising for four centuries. that’s a
LOT of brand recognition.
RE-Branding
I am a multimedia artist, filmmaker, husband and dad
currently trying to condense all that I am into a palatable catchphrase.
Tweet me @exittheapple.I am Pierre Bennu.
edited/big words by jamyla bennu
Longer version available at http://exittheapple.com Feb 20, 2010. Image from International Slave Museum website

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I am a black Buddhist, world loving, american woman, visual artist. I am a
muse performance painter, professor of art, and mother of a teenaged planet.
I create large scale studio works and commissions. For me, Art is Life...
and withholding it from school children is a crime. I am Marcia Jones.
Standards
Standards. Musings Installation 2006

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What starts with being inspired will almost always devolve into
being safe, being liked and playing small.
Dare to break out of that to live your life as a creation. To lead
the inspired life the visionary must be bold, and all of us
have an inner visionary dying to be set free.
It’s about giving the gift you’re here to give with flair and style,
because life is in love with seduction. Trust yourself and power
and freedom will emanate from you and resonate in the world
in ways that will surprise you.
Act like you mean it and you’ll find your tribe, and
together you’ll love and fight ruthlessly and energetically.
Be the genius you are and the world will listen to you.
In the end, the audacity to live fully alive is it’s own
greatest reward.
I am a Consultant and Coach. I work with individuals, groups and
organizations around the world to access their deepest power. I am also a
jazz saxophonist, a poet and a student of the world's wisdom. I live with
my beloved Joy Perreras in Boise, Idaho. I am Brian McFadin.
DARE

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I am a musician, writer and independent filmmaker with a particular
interest in social justice issues. I regularly blog at Race-Talk.org and
I am currently directing the documentary “A Past, Denied: The Invisible
History of Slavery in Canada.” I tweet @apastdenied and
I am Mike Barber.
Mental slavery
History is not the past, it is how we recount the past.
The way in which history is told, particularly in the
classroom, plays a vital role in shaping our world
view. It is precisely because of this sociological
influence that it is imperative that history be taught in
a complete and honest manner. Unfortunately, history
is usually used as a means for local boosterism (at
best) or ideological propaganda (at worst).
One salient example is how the history of
institutionalized slavery during Canada's first 200
years has been kept out of Canadian history textbooks,
classrooms, and collective social consciousness.
Omitting this substantial part of the nation’s
development from the curriculum has deprived and
continues to deprive generations of the ability to
identify the connection between the practice of
slavery and the rise of racism and white privilege.
Part of the reason that Canada's slave history is absent
to begin with is that early historians left it out.
For example, slavery officially ended in Québec
(then known as Nouvelle France) on August 1, 1834.
In 1845, François-Xavier Garneau wrote Histoire du
Canada—the first book to chronicle the history of the
Québec people—in which he describes the practice
of slavery as a "great and terrible plague... unknown
under our northern sky."
Garneau was 25 years old when slavery ended in
Québec. He worked as a notary and civil servant, so
he would have been fully aware of the institution of
slavery; he may very well have notarized some bills
of sale for slaves himself! It seems inconceivable that
someone could deny something that was so
ubiquitous just 10 years prior. Imagine it’s 2005 and
a Hutu in Kigali writing that there was no genocide
in 1994—madness!
Racism is perpetuated by ignorance. Unless we start
telling the truth in our history, and not just the bits
that make us feel good about ourselves or fit an
agenda, there is little hope of fulfilling the real need
for a restorative justice that honors our human equity
(the wealth found in our connectedness despite any
difference)—which is essential in a just society.

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I am an African American of Haitian descent. I am an immigrant-
rights activist and a leader outside/within immigration detention
centers in the U.S.. I am a multimedia entertainment producer and
entrepreneur. Contact me about Activism at the Speed of Thought©
at ramacarty@gmail.com. I am Rama Carty.
Homeland security
The legal system is not designed for the evolution of
man.
I have lived in the United States since my mother and I
arrived as lawful permanent residents, in 1971, when I
was a year old. My parents were born in Haiti, but I
was born in the Democratic Republic of the Congo
while my father was working there. I served two years
in prison for a wrongful drug conviction in the state of
Maine. Because the Immigration and Naturalization
Service (INS) mishandled my mother's application for
naturalization, I was not certified as a U.S. citizen, as I
should have been, before my eighteenth birthday in
1988. Since neither Haiti nor the Congo would accept
me as a citizen, I've spent over 21 months in
immigration-related detention in a country I call home.
While detained by Immigration and Customs
Enforcement (ICE) in April of 2009, 70 to 100 other
detainees at the Port Isabel Detention Center in
Los Fresnos, Texas joined me and two others in a
hunger strike. We wanted to raise consciousness
about immigrant detention that violates human
rights as well as due process in the U.S.
The prolonged immigration detention that I and
many others have been and continue to be subjected
to is unjust and unconstitutional. Since the vast
majority of people detained do not understand
immigration or constitutional law their human and
civil rights are being violated. Most are detained
indefinitely. Many are shipped around the country,
in violation of their human rights. They are shipped
away from their family and all their legal resources.
The government does not provide attorneys. Many
American families are being destroyed because of
this process.
Detainees end up giving up, signing out, and letting
themselves be deported, because they cannot deal
with detention for 12, 24, 36 months or more. It’s
important that people understand that this is a civil
process, not a criminal process. My goal is to end
immigration detention as we know it.

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I am a daughter of One People, Out of Many, following the Jamaican
national motto. The many includes the UK, where I was born and raised,
and all the places I’ve visited so far. I work with young people and I write
and observe life. Reach me at vestaht@yahoo.co.uk. I am Heather Imani.
Balance
What needs to happen when we have young men among
us who stab or shoot someone who ‘looks at them the
wrong way’? Who are we, and who do we need to be? I
live in London, UK. But I pose this question to all of us
– we live in one world after all, don’t we?
Some years ago, I went to a show featuring Shaolin
monks. I was rapt in their spectacular feats and mental
power. They seemed super-human.
Afterwards, a beautiful monk was interviewed and took
questions via a translator. He said he and his colleagues
were highly trained killers. They’d been, from a very
young age, intensively and rigorously trained in
violence. It stayed with me.
We’re all training intensively, rigorously, in something.
Collectively, we’ve been feeding our young people
what we’re trained in: instant gratification; the
fetishisation of consumer goods and unregulated
capital.
Koyaanisqatsi. Still.
We are responsible for having fed this culture to our young
people, some of whom have metabolised it well and are
now reflecting it back at us. Magnified, maybe. The young
men who have gone the way of the knife and gun deem
their retaliation imperative; to them, the ‘bad look’ in their
direction is an attack against which they must defend
themselves. We are aghast at their behaviour – but I find
myself counting the heads of state that modelled this
behaviour in the first place.
The beautiful Shaolin monk said something else: he and his
fellow monks were also equally highly trained in religion
and philosophy – training which he said was vital. Vital.
Without it, they would be out of control highly trained
killers. With it, they were balanced.
Maybe being balanced means the monks are empowered to
maximise their human potential in the area of the
breathtaking martial arts feats of which they are capable.
Maybe that’s an essentially human quality – and nothing to
do with being super-human at all.
Could it be that prioritising being balanced is a simple, yet
powerful, human answer? We live in one world. We’re all in
it together. And a knife or gun in anyone’s hand is also in
yours and mine.
Koyaanisqatsi is a Hopi Indian expression meaning “life out of balance”.
n

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I am a 63 year-old, English woman of Irish descent. I love doing crafting
and garden designs. I write so people can read about more than just
celebrities. Find me on Facebook in my latest vehicle. I am Sheila Howe.
Response-Able
I have suffered with rheumatoid arthritis and asthma
since I was a child but despite having to sometimes use
walking sticks and inhalers I had a very busy life.
I was married with a family and foster children. I was
thirty-six years old when my husband and
I divorced. I decided to go to university and was
accepted at Manchester University in September 1985,
doing a social science degree. My sister Katy and my
friends had been worried about my health, but I was
determined to go.
In my second year, it was discovered I had a heart
condition. I asked my tutors if I could take my 5pm class
in my faculty (or discipline), on the ground floor, where
a room was free, and was told “no -- we might need it”. I
was forced to climb the stairs to my tutorial, every
Monday, on all-fours making my hands and knees filthy.
One day, a dozen female students arranged to meet on
campus and go for a meal. After some discussion one of
the women said, “Lets go into town then decide”.
Suddenly they ran across the road and jumped into a
group of taxis, leaving just me and another student
standing alone. There was no way I could catch up with
them on crutches. I asked the other student “why did
they do that?” She looked embarrassed and replied,
“They’re uncomfortable with your disability”. And these
were women who constantly talked about “women’s
rights”!
I gained my degree and began giving talks on child
abuse hoping to continue my studies later. However, one
day coming home from a talk at Oxford University I
collapsed and was rushed to hospital where it was
discovered my rheumatoid arthritis was so bad I would
need a wheelchair.
I also had diabetes and a problem with my lungs.
I was forty-one, had just become a grandma and had
been looking forward to taking my grandson to the park.
This, coupled with having to give up my studies, was
devastating.
The wheelchair changed my life beyond belief;
I was rarely invited to the theatre or to restaurants, or
people chose inaccessible locations. “Friends” who had
been frequent visitors to my home now rarely came
unless they needed something, and eventually some
“friends” told me they “couldn’t cope with my
disability” and seemed really shocked when I retorted,
“You don’t cope with my disability. I DO!”.

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I am a pentalingual Khmerican, TED Fellow, and professor born by mother
Cam Youk Lim and her life-saving languages of love. See Column 14, Row 4
of the PhotoMosaic of images from her life, on the next page, representing a
portrait of us in Vietnam. Watch Escaping the Khmer Rouge at TED.com.
Find me on Twitter @sophal_ear. I am the son named Sophal Ear.
KARMA
My mom saved me and four siblings from starvation under the Khmer Rouge in 1976. She used her
rudimentary ability to speak a foreign language as our passport into Vietnam. Her ability was so basic that she
didn't know she had given the boys girls' names and the girls boys' names until a nice Vietnamese lady pointed
out the error. This generous stranger tutored my mom for the next three days before her language exam.
When my mom passed away in October 2009 at the age of 73, I realized that for her justice delayed had
become justice denied. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but the expression “justice delayed is justice denied” had
never really sunk in until her passing.
As an observant Buddhist, mom probably had the last word. She always said that no matter what happened to
the Khmer Rouge leadership in their current lifetime, Karmic justice would prevail in the next: They would be
reborn as cockroaches.
I am certain that this belief has helped millions of survivors cope with the reality that, after more than three
decades since the fall of the Khmer Rouge, not a single leader has been held to account.
When I filed my civil complaint in 2008 with the Khmer Rouge Tribunal, I was required to outline what
compensation I wanted. When I said I didn’t want any compensation, that this isn’t about money, it’s about
justice for the past and accountability for the future, you could have heard a pin drop. I should have said that
I would like my father and brother back but no amount of compensation can do that.
Justice in that sense is meaningless. My hope is that in the not-too-distant future the next Pol Pot might have
to think twice about genocide. Based on 18 March 2010 NYT Op-Ed "Khmer Rouge Tribunal vs. Karmic Justice".

43 Click here to view PhotoMosaic by Sophal Ear in detail. Created with AndreaMosaic freeware.

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We need the courage and patience to fill the deadly
silence brought on by words like terrorist, hetero-
normative, ghetto, white privilege, gay lifestyle, illegal
worker.
Let’s begin to fill that dead zone with words like “from
my perspective’” and “why do you believe that?” And
then let’s meet those words with what the academics like
to call active listening, but what is really no more than
simply really listening to another person’s point of view.
But as we will fill that cold place with our new words,
we must stand there rooted in the promise that we will
stay at it until we sort this through and have begun to
understand what “others” are saying to us. By no means
are we required, or even urged to push for some sort of
new found agreement. Simply understanding, though
there is nothing simple about understanding, will be
victory enough. Besides, I may never be able to agree
with you but I sure would like to understand you.
I facilitate Faultlines. I am president of the Robert C. Maynard Institute for Journalism
Education working to help create a multi-cultural multimedia that accurately and fairly
portrays all segments of U.S. society. I tweet @djmaynard. I am Dori J. Maynard.
CONVERSATION
Let’s also remember to take baby steps. This may
not be the time for finding the right words to string
together to form world peace. This may just be the
time to get used to having conversations across the
fault lines that divide us. And let’s be gentle with
ourselves and each other.
We’re new at this. We’re bound to make mistakes.
There’s a good chance that not all our words will be
properly polished. We may also find that the words
we speak may not be the words that are heard. And,
inevitably there will be times the words will hurt.
That’s when we need to face the speaker and ask, is
that what you meant? Why does my generation,
gender, race, class, geography or different opinion
make you want to use hurtful words? Or was it an
accident? Did you misspeak? Did I mishear?
It won’t be easy, but if we stick with it, perhaps we
can create a movement where we replace the dueling
monologues with conversations that fill the dead
space with the warmth of human interaction.

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Majority minority. Minority majority. Either way, it
happens around 2050. What? Whites will be a
minority around 2050 in the US. People of color will
be a majority. And it’s going to be a wild ride.
It’s still called the White House but George Clinton
was right—that was a temporary condition. In a
country where it’s easier to elect a black Democrat as
President than it is to get a majority of white voters to
vote Democratic, we have to ask: when faced with the
choice between maintaining power and maintaining
democracy, what will White Americans do?
Even the most recent history of American Whites
facing race is filled with disappointing actions:
Senator Mitch McConnell, when elected as what had
previously been known as the ‘Minority Leader’
position in the US Senate, said he preferred to be
called the ‘Republican leader’ because ‘minority’ was
disempowering. One member of the Texas Board of
Education commented on their recent effort to
whitewash history textbooks “They can just pretend
this is a white America and Hispanics don’t exist.”
And when Lyndon Johnson said, “we have lost the
South for a generation" as he signed the 1964 Civil
Rights Act, he underestimated: it’s been 46 years, at
least 2 generations, and counting since a majority of
white voters voted for a Democratic Presidential
candidate.
Where do we go from here? Many White Americans
have decided to go the tea party route, seeing any loss
of power as undemocratic and even apocalyptic.
Others are moving to what Rich Benjamin calls
Whiteopias.
The rest of us, of every race, have to become more
racially literate. We have to beat back wedge attacks
that use implicit bias to prey on white racial anxiety.
All Americans, especially Whites, have to act as if we
indeed have linked fates.
Even more than chocolate cities, we’ll be living in a
café con leche US. Are you ready?
Theme song rev. 4/3/2010
I am a Bronx-born Haitian-American father, drapetomaniac,
Buddhist, scuba-diver, and Prince-lover. Been leading
campaigns to change societies for more than 20 years. I'm excited
about 2050. Tweet me @ludovicspeaks. I am Ludovic Blain III.
2050: Café Con LEche

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I am a third grader at Saint Ann’s School in
Brooklyn. I am a budding actress. I am a splash
of color and inspiration. I am determined to be
heard. I am Corinne Bobb-Semple.
LISTEN
Most adults think there’s only one way to do
everything, their way. That makes me and probably
other kids sick because we’re always creating
different ways to do things but our ideas are ignored.
It’s like we’re still in my grandmother’s day when
kids were supposed to be seen, not heard.
I was in an exhibit at a famous art museum. The
artist I was working for does non-material art. His
exhibit used people from 8 to 80 to ask others a
simple question. “What is progress?”
When we asked the question many adults didn’t take
the time to let the words out of our mouths. They
would pass us by or smile to try to come across as
delighted because we asked them to follow and talk
to us.
Or they’d ask “What school do you go to?” “How
old are you?” They didn’t think people as small as
us could be asking something so big.
They didn’t get the full experience because they
didn’t think we could take on their full thoughts.
I think by limiting us they limited themselves.
How is the world going to get better if we don’t
listen to half the people who live here?
I am a kid with thoughts and ideas and I am
determined to be heard.

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I am a writer and photographer from the dairy state whose
motto is ‘forward’, living and dreaming in the County of
Kings. Seventh generation American, dreamer for the next
movement. Tweet me @reetamac. I am Syreeta McFadden.
The Walkabout
You make your own world. You have all the tools
you need. Often times, it’s right in front of you.
Sometimes, it just takes a little movement.
So I go on walks. I walk everywhere and over the
course of my journey, meandering, wanderings, I
often figure out a solution, imagine a possibility that I
hadn’t seen in an existing situation.
I didn’t make this up. This practice is as old as time.
Aboriginal peoples called this the walkabout, a rite of
passage where young men wandered in the bush for
months at a time. The closest thing I’ve ever
experienced to that in New York City is when I take
my camera and get lost in the City. You can get lost
here.
We’re surrounded by amazing inventions and this too
has worked to the great benefit of us all. However,
the great paradox has been an imbalance in how we
engage with our natural world and ourselves. We
need balance, we need conversation, we need
connection. When I feel I’m getting pulled in the
undertow of cloudy images, distractions, technology,
terrible writing ideas, I take a walk. Sometimes for
fifteen minutes, sometimes longer, with no
destination in mind. I discover new things about my
neighborhood that I’d otherwise miss. I’ve even
stumbled on a rather fortuitous strip from a fortune
cookie. We’re such creatures of habits and find such
comfort in old habits and patterns that we fear
change, new direction.
So I’m concerned about sustainability of our own
natural resources. We are energy. We have to do some
self care, we have to recharge. So I go on long walks.
Because if I’m not clear or open, how can I possibly
expect that my encounters with other men and
women could ever lead to the new?
Exercise your dreaming mind. Take a walk. No
destination. For thirty minutes let your body guide
you. Make turns if you feel a strong pull to go in that
direction. There is no wrong answer; there are no
wrong turns. Listen to your body, it’ll never lead you
astray. The last time you almost crossed the street in
front of a speeding car, you jerked away. Your body
knows how to protect you. You should trust that.

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Photo/Image Credits:
Courtney Young’s photo courtesy of Allen Breaux Studio & Gallery Inc.
Hanifah Walidah’s photo courtesy of Olive Demetrius
Kyra Gaunt’s image courtesy of Nokia for the TED Fellows Responsiveness campaign
featured in Monocle magazine (09 Oct 2009, p. 097)
Mamy Lucy Kamptoni’s photo courtesy of Tim Llewellyn
Syreeta McFadden’s photo courtesy of Peter Dressel
Tomie Hahn’s photo courtesy of Mark Morelli
Image above by Nicolás García

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