Friday, April 10, 2020

Who Do I Vote For?

by Mona Shaw

Who Should I Vote For?

That’s the wrong question. The correct question is: how to I advance justice? My view of voting has evolved since the days when I believed it was a moral obligation of those who seek justice.

The evolution began in 2003 when I left Albany, New York.  I was devastated and utterly confused by what happened there.  How could doing right thing and telling the truth go so badly? How did I go forward? How did I make sense of it?  How could those around me know I was telling the truth and just not speak out with me?

More than anything I wanted to know the truth about how justice advances. I decided to study human rights movements and their trajectories in a way, I never had before. I chose the Civil Rights Movement first.  The first thing I read was Martin Luther King’s “Letter from the Birmingham Jail.”

I had read it before, but this time I really read it.  I studied every word King wrote in that letter. I saw the profound significance in the fact the letter wasn’t written to white supremacists. I was written to the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, his own organization. They were threatening to fire him for telling the truth.  They accused him of being extremist, of creating horrible optics, and threatening the reputations of those in the SLCC who enjoyed high status. This rift was never completely healed, and they would have replaced him if anyone else wanted the job.

As my studies continued, I saw the same pattern repeated in every justice movement that advanced in any meaningful way. The most formidable opponents any justice advocate has are their “friends.” I saw it in the Suffrage movement, the labor movement, the anti-war movement, and certainly in the LGBT Equality movement. I also saw the same pattern in every human rights or justice endeavor I joined since 2003. 

In every effective justice movement, four things are always present.

One: The justice priority. There is always caustic tension between those who priorities justice, (i.e. those who are willing to put everything on the line for justice) and those who prioritize their status and comforts more than justice. I understand people want to believe you can have both. But you can’t. Few dedicated solely to justice died a natural death. None died rich.  At some point, you will have to choose between standing for justice or protecting your status. That choice is the determinant as to which group one belongs. Most some of both at different times in our lives.

Two: Led from the bottom.  The most successful movements are led from the bottom up. Successful movements are mobilized by the “least of these” or those most vulnerable to the oppression. When an organization seeks out bankers and CEOs, etc. for board positions, they have lost their way. They will become little more than a social club, if they survive at all.

Three: Civil disobedience. No justice movement in history that got traction has not included acts of glaring and controversial civil disobedience. If a movement doesn’t plan and advocate direct action, they will not advance.

Four: Change doesn’t happen at the ballot box.  To the extent the voting matters at all, this only happens after activists have created a political liability for the candidate to not do the right thing. In every justice movement, activists have had to plow through liberal Democrats as well as Republicans to shine a light on justice. This is slow and incremental and at first only results in empty promises. In the interim the movement will be used as a bargaining chip, blithely thrown under the bus in order for elected officials to get something they want more. Every movement has had to engage in some powerful and threatening “torch the earth” actions to knock down that block.

Voting just doesn’t matter as much as we like to think it does.  We’ve allowed ourselves to be beguiled into squandering precious moments of our lives overthinking and debating which candidate we prefer that would be better spent on organizing for justice itself.  We invest next to no time doing outreach to the people-at-large and educating them about justice. That time is never wasted. Every time we bring even one person into the justice fold out of a thousand, that convert will bring a thousand more.

There are solid arguments on both sides of whether voting for the “lesser-of-two-evils” is the better call, or if it’s more efficient to just crash the whole electoral machine to drive us into the streets.  At the end of the day, we just need to pick someone and get it over with and get back in the street. (Or not vote at all. There are solid arguments for that choice too.)

Voting does not define one’s character. Nor, should we allow it to be our moral identity. It’s not that important. In that long moral arc toward justice, that ten minutes we spend in a voting booth has too little consequence to fret about it and pummel each other over it the way we do. Nothing bad that comes from voting can’t be overturned, and anything good that comes from it will still require we remain in the street to keep it. If justice is our goal, we’re going to have to stay in the street—literally or figuratively—regardless.

What is important is that we tell the truth.  The great tragedy of our time is that we think that denying the truth will get us anywhere.  It won’t.  Dear God, we see people voting for people in the hope that they’re lying. “S/he has to say that to get elected.”  It is a travesty and an aberration of justice to scold people for not hiding or obfuscating the truth.  Truth is the GPS of justice. We can’t go to our destination if we don’t know where we are.

We shouldn’t be evaluating each other by how we vote. We should evaluate each other by what we’re doing the other 525,590 minutes of the year or the other 2,102,360 minutes if you only vote every four years.

Vote however you want, get it over with, and get back in the street.






Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Do you mean it, Andy?



by Mona Shaw

The other day New York Governor Andrew Cuomo was questioned about how much he was spending to address Covid-19.

He didn’t hide his irritation and said, “Don’t ask me to put a price on a human life, because I won’t!”

I’ve been bothered by his remark ever since.

Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not angry. I’m enraged. I am breathing a full-throated fire of fury over it.  I am so hot the sun is backing away lest it get burned.

When have we not put a price on human life? What’s the primary objection to enacting Medicare for All/Single Payer health plan in the U.S.?

How much will it cost?

Who gives a damn?

Why does that even matter?  Why is that even a question. We should do it regardless. 

It shouldn’t matter if you like your insurance and want to keep to.  Too damn bad. I don’t care if your union fought hard for your benefit. Tough.  People shouldn’t have to die for your consumer preferences.  Yes, your taxes should even pay for the healthcare of an unemployed life-long drunk. Deal with it. No one should get better medical care than anyone else based on their ability to pay for it.  No one.

I want to blow torch every lie repeated to justify the status quo until even the ashes are obliterated.

“It’s pie in the sky.”

“We don’t have the political will to do it.”

“I don’t want the government in charge of my health care.”

“Don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good.”

“We can only do the art of the possible.”

“We’re all trying to get to the same place. We just have different ways of getting there.”

“Obama passed the best bill he could.”

Are you kidding me?  Seriously. Are you kidding me with this bull?  Just stop it now.  These lame excuses are outlandish in their duplicity. These are lies, people. These are lies to get us to roll over and suck it up. We’re smart enough to see through every one of them.  To address just one of these canards, Obama had a trifecta his first two years in office. HR676 could have been passed if Democrats would have voted for it.  But Obama wanted bipartisan support. So, he dumped Single Payer before discussions even began. Then he progressively threw more and more innocent lives under the bus until he scored a political win.  And, it didn’t even work. He still got his “shellacking” in 2010.

There is no doubt in my mind—none whatsoever—that if, somehow, the Corona virus only affected poor and working-class people, we would be largely ignoring the pandemic. This is proven by the fact that this population and people of color are dying in far higher numbers than the affluent segment of the population, and the least is being done to protect those folks.  Jeff Bezos, the richest man in the world can get a Covid-19 test just by asking for one. But, he can’t buy masks for his workers in his warehouses. And, he fired Chris Smalls, the worker who blew the whistle on his lethal negligence.

But, thank God, rich people can catch it and die from it.  Public Health became a thing when they realized it could affect them. “What if I catch it from the maid?”

And, a miracle happened!  Suddenly, there is plenty of money to address it.  We just passed one $2-trillion-dollar bill. Another one is coming soon. Expect more after that. There is no price to high to pay when it comes to saving the rich, either from disease of economic ruin.

While working people are wrapped around the block from entrances to food banks, affluent people are lamenting that it’s harder to find 1% organic goat milk. While workers are wearing hand-made masks, the affluent have a stockpile of N-95s in their pantries.  While celebrities are sitting in their homes in front of works of original art, workers are fighting to keep from being evicted.
Folks, we are not all in this together. The chasm between how this virus affects the haves and the have-nots is wider than that Grand Canyon between the Beltway and the truth.

There is no moment in a century than has better proven that we need Single Payer. Indeed, Trump grudgingly set up a Single Payer system for Covid-19 for the uninsured.  They even called for insurance companies to not charge co-pays. It’s amazing what can be done when public health puts the plutocrats at risk.  Of course, if you’re suffering or dying from something other than Covid-19, you’re still on your own. That doesn’t affect them. What do you suppose they’ll do with the bodies of those from families who can’t afford to claim them?

I had two profound phone calls yesterday. One with my doctor, and one with my state representative. I discussed Single Payer with both. 

My doctor said, “You are so right. Don’t get me started. I used to practice in Canada. Working people there don’t die from strokes when they’re 45.”

My state representative listened to my take why Obama didn’t pass Single Payer, he said, “I can’t say you’re wrong.”

And, yes, by the way, I do talk to everyone I meet about Single Payer. Why don’t you?

Working people are escalating casualties in this latest battle in a class war. We didn’t start this war, but let’s not be bullied into not fighting back.

I’m remember when Harvey Milk was assassinated for being gay. Thousands of us marched in the street holding candles to honor him. An African American man stood a corner hollering to every passer-by, “Where is your rage?” We heard him, and we got mad and change happened.

Where is your rage? Stop being quiet while they kill us. They won’t give you brownie points. They won’t even let you live. Our lives are as precious and as sacred and as worthy of life as any of theirs. How dare they let us die and act like that’s acceptable?  How dare they? It’s not a perfect world we seek, it’s one that let’s us live, simply live. There is no moral reason we should have to wait one more day. We’ve been patient long enough. We’ve been polite long enough. It’s not changing anything. If political candidates or their supporters don’t want to be called sociopaths, then they can stop being sociopaths and support Single Payer.  And on the road to justice. Single Payer is just a start.

They say the world will be different when the pandemic is over.  Let’s make that’s true.













Tuesday, April 7, 2020

The Widow's Might


by Mona Shaw

"And He sat down opposite the treasury, and began observing how the people were putting money into the treasury; and many rich people were putting in large sums. A poor widow came and put in two small copper coins, which amount to a cent. Calling His disciples to Him, He said to them, “Truly I say to you, this poor widow put in more than all the contributors to the treasury;  for they all put in out of their surplus, but she, out of her poverty, put in all she owned, all she had to live on.”  Mark 12:41-44 

I’ve never been prouder to be a member of the poor and working classes than I am during the 2020 Covid-19 pandemic.  We’re always the ones who save the day.  We’re always the first to put our lives on the line. We’re the ones cleaning the hospitals and bathing patients. We’re the ones stocking the grocery store shelves and cleaning the streets. We’re the ones putting bodies into refrigerated trucks. We’re the ones driving mass transit and laboring in factories and warehouses to get people what they need.

We’re also the first to die, and more of us will die than those who miss sit in lush penthouses missing their 5-star restaurants.  But, we still show up, because we have more compassion and a greater sense of responsibility than they. Like the widow with her mite, we give all we have to give.

We’re the ones making masks and feeding the poor. We’re the ones rattling the cages to find shelter for the homeless.  We’re also the ones giving our widow’s mite as we can so those suffering the most can suffer less.

We’re also the ones the affluent will take for granted. They will continue to abuse us and put us in unnecessary peril to fatter their wallets. We are the ones who can and will create justice for our people.

We’re always the ones who trip the trigger toward justice. From Haymarket Square to the suffragettes in Winson Green Prison to the Edmund Pettis Bridge to the Stonewall Inn, we’re the only ones who ever changed anything for the good. The others only came along after we forced or shamed them into it. And it’s always taken longer to get to them than it should have.

We are the ones who are essential to human survival. Life cannot go on without us. May we never again forget our importance to the world. May we do everything in our power to stop the temples of Wall Street from taking us for granted. May we claim and exercise the power of the people. It will always be true that the people united cannot be defeated. The widow has might.

In the immortal words of Ma Joad in The Grapes of Wrath.

"I'm learning one thing good, Learnin' it all the time, ever' day. If you're in trouble or hurt or need – go to poor people. They're the only ones that'll help – the only ones.’

"Rich folk come up an' they die, an' their kids ain't no good an' they die out. But we keep acoming, Pa, cus' we're the people.”