'How do you define nonviolence?" - a prompt from my retreat in November. I contemplated this question between bites of cobb salad as I scanned the sweating bodies in the packed campus dining hall. The occupants at a narrow table near me caught my attention - a small, mousey haired girl on one side and… Continue reading Il Fratturato Gesù e la Nonviolenza
"Fuck you, motherfucker!" I hurled that directive across the room to the silver haired burn out in my Conflict Resolution class last week - it was our first attempt at non-violent communication. Well... shit. Given the slightly passive-aggressive "It's OK To Be Angry" news article our instructor emailed and the 'therapeutic' (read: punitive) journal entry… Continue reading Keep Your Apology
There are three simultaneous aspects of non-violence: Non-violence to the self. Interpersonal Non-Violence Global Grassroots Non-Violence (Of course, these are not my own inventions but are borrowed from another's paradigm.) Simultaneous...occurring at the same time, which means they are interconnected. Which means they affect each other - both positively and negatively correlated. So...when does non-violence… Continue reading Meditations on Non-Violence to the Self.
The biggest misconception about non-violent action is that it's passive; that it's akin to just letting the beatings, rapes, genocides, racism, sexism, and all the sadism of war just pass on by without ever lifting a finger to stop it. That it reflects the mentality of, 'it's either you or me brother, and WOO, I… Continue reading Non-Violence, Not Complacency
"Don't raise your voice to me like I'm you're fucking child!" *Cringe* Ah, hell. My mother would've slapped me on my mouth had she heard me speak to my elders in such a fashion - my grandmother would've thrown her shoe. I had a fleeting, mid-tirade, thought - "this isn't who I am." In retrospect… Continue reading Violence + Addiction
“What do you think of when you’re confronted with the word Mercy?” a beloved professor asked as I walked briskly past her office one day. “I think of women.” Her face creased in thoughtfulness. “Why?” she ventured, her voice was lowered and for a fleeting moment I could see her as the inquisitive child she… Continue reading Mercy on the Micro Level
I had initially read To Kill a Mockingbird at the insistence of my 7th grade History teacher who had, with a wry smile, told me that I reminded her of Scout. Admittedly, the moral of the story was completely lost on my hormone addled brain, and I abandoned the story half-way through in favor of… Continue reading Through the Eyes of Calpurnia