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Fire Under All Our Hind Ends

February 02, 2017

Dear friends, not to by any means make light of Friday's political happenings and your reasonable conclusion on one side or the other, or to curtail your righteous anger or proud "whoo-rah" for the prez...

But could it be that maybe—just maybe—the recent "upheaval" is a necessary (perhaps, then, good—can I say that??) fire under all our hind ends to take action? And I don’t just mean action like powerful poster protests, social media weigh in's, or healthy debates around the kitchen table—but to do what has been your responsibility all along? Perhaps channel all that passion and time given to participate and drive to and from public demonstrations or debates to instead go and care for the sojourners today: feed them, invite them in, *listen* to them, clothe them, and look after them. Imagine how different the world would be if each of us—you—did all you're able with your five loaves and two fish.

Atlanta, email me. I can connect you to plenty of refugees who are feeling very vulnerable and fearful in the wake of all this—they need you. Please make them the priority. (Also, odds are they’ll feed you a feast! Ha!)

If you're not in Atlanta, see link in my profile for a list of refugee aid organizations possibly near you.

@natebramsen said it beautifully:
"Do we actually care more about refugees (and each other) or just about making a raucous?

If you are aching, as I am, GO TO THEM!...

Hundreds of refugees STILL come into the USA daily. When was the last time you invited a refugee INTO your home for a home-cooked meal? How many refugees' phone numbers do you have in your contacts? How much does YOUR lifestyle CHANGE because you ache for refugees to be well cared for and compassionately loved? When did you last offer to tutor a refugee in English?
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Have we become a nation where carrying a sign is noble, but caring for your neighbor is virtually unheard of? What changes opinions more effectively? Protests insulting leadership or people demonstrating sacrificial love? Are we ready to live loud lives of love?
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Change doesn't start in the White House. It starts in my house."

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A few men a couple doors down from the mechanics in Soran, Iraqi Kurdistan. I don’t recall if it was before or after the photograph was taken when the gentleman in the truck bed pointed out the beauty of the sun hovering atop those mountains. August 2, 2017.
(2/2) But despite the arrival of some 20,000 Bosnian immigrants since the 1990s, and the assiduous courting of international businesses like Monsanto, the arrival rate of new immigrants into the area still barely matches the rate of those moving out. Racism is also a problem: St.Louis remains highly segregated: only 6% of residents are foreign-born. . And while welcoming newcomers is certainly key to St Louis’ renewal, that welcome is becoming increasingly difficult to offer due to national policy changes, which have curtailed refugee resettlement programs and jammed up visa pipelines. . So as we left the city, despite the best efforts of those we met to convince us otherwise, we were still asking each other that same question: just how do you get St.Louis to grow again? . #americanjourneys . Words @katylongsf Follow us @americanjourneysproject
(1/2) How do you stop a city’s slow decline? That question is one that preoccupies St.Louis. Since the population peaked in 1950 — at just over 850,000 — the city has lost nearly two-thirds of its residents, a higher percentage than any other US city. Today, St.Louis’ population stands at  just 320,000.  Many of these former city residents have moved only as far as the suburbs, but even in the metropolitan area growth is stagnant. The result is a city that feels hollowed out, with an air of abandoned gentility as we pass boarded up Victorian redbricks. . One answer may be to appeal to more immigrants.  In 2013, St.Louis pinned its hopes of urban renewal on attracting more foreign-born residents to the area, and charged Betsy Cohen with the task of coordinating these efforts to revitalize the city through immigration. Over three days in St.Louis we heard from many of those working alongside her, hoping to make St.Louis the fastest growing city for immigration in the US by 2020. . There are many attractions. Housing is cheap; businesses are eager to recruit talent; there are grants for entrepreneurs. . And I want to believe this will work. . #americanjourneys . Words by @katylongsf . Follow us @americanjourneysproject
One hundred immigrants from 22 countries take the oath of allegiance at a Roanoke citizenship ceremony in the state where America began. . My friend, Katy Long, and I listen as immigrants, young and old, share their hearts and stories of what it means to become an American. "Some fled civil war and dictatorship,” Katy writes, "others endured long years of separation from parents or spouses before being reunited. All share the sentiment that one man attempts to put into words: ‘Thank-you . . . it’s been a long 17 years. But we finally made it.’ . There’s not a dry eye in the room. And in this courtroom, at least for this hour, the American dream lives on." (April 20, 2018) . @americanjourneysproject #americanjourneys @katylongsf . Link in profile for more.
Australian archaeologist, Dr. Karin Sowada, walks the cobblestone streets of Old City Jerusalem the day before 2,000 Anglicans from over 50 countries convened for the third Global Anglican Future Conference. June 2018
I thoroughly enjoyed this fella at Ellis Island, both his eagle-eyes on my lens and his genuine love for this great nation of immigrants and the island’s incredible intake of global seafarers from 1892-1954. We have much to learn from history, friends. May we never forget it; may we be made better by it. #americanjourneys . Happy Independence Day! Hope you’re enjoying all things Americana—or at least a tall glass of Coke-Cola. xx . @americanjourneysproject #brexit1776 #eagleeye #punintended @katylongsf
More to come, but here’s some Nigerian friends in Israel at the Dead Sea.
This is my dad at 70. Today is his birthday. . Lord knows why, but I remember the year he was 46, and talking about it at school with friends. It was 1994; I was 9. I don't remember thinking then about the day he'd be 70, but I do remember thinking then that there was no one quite like him. I was so proud to call him mine. . And, you know, a lot has changed since 1994—but still I believe there is no one like him. . Thanks for all the shrimp and grits, daddy—and for the music, and the endless welcome you extend to all. But more than that, thanks for loving me no matter what. Happy, happy 70th. Here's to you! . xoxo
(2/2) Crossing into Mexicali we meet Jando. Jando has been deported three times from the US, having arrived illegally as a teenager and then being arrested for minor crimes. Jando claims he has no interest in returning a fourth time to the US.  But he’s an unreliable narrator: he praises  Sinaloa crime boss Joaquín Guzmán Loera, and has track marks running up his arms.  Five minutes after we finish talking to him, we see him again, with a bloodied nose.  It’s a reminder that the border has a dark side: that the cartels who control drug and people smuggling also bring violence and addiction to the streets. . Follow @americanjourneysproject . Words @katylongsf Photos @missjessieparks
(1/2) Our final stop at the US-Mexico border is in Calexico, where everyone speaks Spanish. Calexico, USA is essentially a suburb of much larger Mexicali, Mexico: locals tell us you could move the border five miles north and no one would notice. At the border on a Monday morning, we meet school girls waiting for their friends, and workers hurrying to their offices.  Many have green cards and some are even US citizens, but these border commuters live in Mexico - where money goes further — and work and study in the US. . For more follow @americanjourneysproject . Words @katylongsf Photos @missjessieparks
Despite all the headlines about building a wall, there’s already a 15ft fence dividing the US from Mexico. I first saw it snaking across the desert an hour east of San Diego. This is the same wall — a  line of rust-red metal stakes — that I had already seen in a thousand news reports, but the vast and empty skies brought new perspective, as did the desert stretching far out to the horizon on either side.  We were there with Border Angels — a  humanitarian NGO — who drops water for the migrants who pick there way across this scrubland in the dark. Hugo, our guide, told us that coyotes today charge about $7000 for the journey from Tijuana to LA. . #americanjourneys . Words @katylongsf For more follow us @americanjourneysproject
Even when listening to the most provocative threats made by President Trump, any fear non-white American citizens could ever be forcibly deported seems like hysterical fantasy. But it is also historical fact. Between 1929 and 1936, up to 1.2 million Americans — US citizens — were forcibly “repatriated” to their “home” in Mexico. Many did not even speak Spanish. Los Angeles city — with the largest populations of Mexicans outside Mexico — played a leading role, deporting 400,000 Mexicans. Many were forcibly rounded up in raids based upon their appearance, and sent across the border with a total lack of due process. Yet as the pace of deportation speeded up in the 1930s, efforts were underway to make Olvera Street, at the heart of Los Angeles’ Mexican barrio, into a tourist-kitsch calle to fit with white Americans’ romanticized version of Mexican culture — despite the fact that at the same time, Mexicans were being forcibly removed from the very same street. . #americanjourneys . Words by @katylongsf For more follow @americanjourneysproject . #everydaylafrontera #lafrontera #borderwall #defineamerican
Pastor James Trammell of Columbus Street Baptist Church in Bakersfield, California. . @americanjourneysproject
Bakersfield’s surroundings are breathtaking: smoky mountains on the horizon, almond trees blossoming along the arrow-straight highway. This city is proudly conservative, a dot of red in a sea of blue. This is in part because Bakersfield’s legacy is tied more to Oklahoma than California. In the 1930s, a million “Okies” fled the economic destitution of the dustbowl, working as migrant laborers in the surrounding fields, many dependent upon federal housing — like that provided at Sunset camp, made famous by John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath. Their descendants stayed and prospered, but many of them — like Pastor James — are reluctant to draw parallels between the Okies’ poverty and the struggle of migrant laborers working in the fields today. . Words by @katylongsf For more, follow @americanjourneysproject as we travel across the country unraveling America’s immigration story.
Today, Chinatown in San Francisco is full of contradictions. On the surface, it’s a tourist destination, all red-and-gold paper lanterns and dim sum touts. But San Francisco’s Chinatown is still the most densely populated urban area west of Manhattan. Fifteen thousand inhabitants live crowded into single-room occupancy hotels, or SROs. Whole families live in single rooms, sharing communal toilets and kitchens. Five in every six households in the district live in “linguistic isolation”, speaking only Chinese. The median household income is just $17 630. It’s easy to be appalled by this poverty in the heart of one of the richest cities in America. But the story is more complicated: for many new Asian immigrants arriving in San Francisco, Chinatown is still their sanctuary because rents are so low and you don’t need to speak English to survive. . Words by @katylongsf . Follow Katy and me @americanjourneysproject as we travel from San Francisco to New York as we aim to unravel America’s immigration story.
Between 1910 and 1940, a million aspiring immigrants landed on Angel Island, at the purpose-built immigration station designed to function as the “Ellis Island of the West”. But Angel Island was not intended to function as a point of entry: it was an interrogation centre, a detention camp. During this period, Asian immigration to the US was almost totally prohibited, so those detained in the centre (the vast majority were Chinese) had to try and persuade officials they had the right to enter. Some were held for years. . History echoes on Angel Island: the same question of who has the right to come to America is being debated with renewed vigor in court and in Congress today. It’s a place that moves you to tears. But there’s hope here too, in the gratitude of these migrants’ children and grandchildren for ‘bestowing the gift of an American journey’. . Words by @katylongsf . Follow us @americanjourneysproject the next two months as we travel from Angel Island to Ellis Island in attempt to answer what it means to be a nation of immigrants.
Over the next two months I’ll be making my way from San Francisco to New York City with two British immigrants and their American toddler documenting the nation's immigration story from past to present. We set out this week beginning at Angel Island, an immigration station located in San Francisco Bay where immigrants who entered the United States from 1910-1940 were detained and interrogated. . Follow us @americanjourneysproject . #overseasdevelopmentinstitute
. Here's you, Kurdistan, in all that grandeur! Hot as hell, but a hell of a time. (June 2017)
Sorting through mounds of photographs I made in Iraq (get ready for the deluge, @timothykbuxton !). This one here after dark last July was at a bread shop in Soran City. . I’d like to have some of that hot bread right now!
'Spose it's past due, but here's a few top notch moments with a few top notch people from 2017 (Pt. 2). x
A few men a couple doors down from the mechanics in Soran, Iraqi Kurdistan. I don’t recall if it was before or after the photograph was taken when the gentleman in the truck bed pointed out the beauty of the sun hovering atop those mountains. August 2, 2017. (2/2) But despite the arrival of some 20,000 Bosnian immigrants since the 1990s, and the assiduous courting of international businesses like Monsanto, the arrival rate of new immigrants into the area still barely matches the rate of those moving out. Racism is also a problem: St.Louis remains highly segregated: only 6% of residents are foreign-born. . And while welcoming newcomers is certainly key to St Louis’ renewal, that welcome is becoming increasingly difficult to offer due to national policy changes, which have curtailed refugee resettlement programs and jammed up visa pipelines. . So as we left the city, despite the best efforts of those we met to convince us otherwise, we were still asking each other that same question: just how do you get St.Louis to grow again? . #americanjourneys . Words @katylongsf Follow us @americanjourneysproject (1/2) How do you stop a city’s slow decline? That question is one that preoccupies St.Louis. Since the population peaked in 1950 — at just over 850,000 — the city has lost nearly two-thirds of its residents, a higher percentage than any other US city. Today, St.Louis’ population stands at  just 320,000.  Many of these former city residents have moved only as far as the suburbs, but even in the metropolitan area growth is stagnant. The result is a city that feels hollowed out, with an air of abandoned gentility as we pass boarded up Victorian redbricks. . One answer may be to appeal to more immigrants.  In 2013, St.Louis pinned its hopes of urban renewal on attracting more foreign-born residents to the area, and charged Betsy Cohen with the task of coordinating these efforts to revitalize the city through immigration. Over three days in St.Louis we heard from many of those working alongside her, hoping to make St.Louis the fastest growing city for immigration in the US by 2020. . There are many attractions. Housing is cheap; businesses are eager to recruit talent; there are grants for entrepreneurs. . And I want to believe this will work. . #americanjourneys . Words by @katylongsf . Follow us @americanjourneysproject One hundred immigrants from 22 countries take the oath of allegiance at a Roanoke citizenship ceremony in the state where America began. . My friend, Katy Long, and I listen as immigrants, young and old, share their hearts and stories of what it means to become an American. "Some fled civil war and dictatorship,” Katy writes, "others endured long years of separation from parents or spouses before being reunited. All share the sentiment that one man attempts to put into words: ‘Thank-you . . . it’s been a long 17 years. But we finally made it.’ . There’s not a dry eye in the room. And in this courtroom, at least for this hour, the American dream lives on." (April 20, 2018) . @americanjourneysproject #americanjourneys @katylongsf . Link in profile for more. Australian archaeologist, Dr. Karin Sowada, walks the cobblestone streets of Old City Jerusalem the day before 2,000 Anglicans from over 50 countries convened for the third Global Anglican Future Conference. June 2018 I thoroughly enjoyed this fella at Ellis Island, both his eagle-eyes on my lens and his genuine love for this great nation of immigrants and the island’s incredible intake of global seafarers from 1892-1954. We have much to learn from history, friends. May we never forget it; may we be made better by it. #americanjourneys . Happy Independence Day! Hope you’re enjoying all things Americana—or at least a tall glass of Coke-Cola. xx . @americanjourneysproject #brexit1776 #eagleeye #punintended @katylongsf More to come, but here’s some Nigerian friends in Israel at the Dead Sea. This is my dad at 70. Today is his birthday. . Lord knows why, but I remember the year he was 46, and talking about it at school with friends. It was 1994; I was 9. I don't remember thinking then about the day he'd be 70, but I do remember thinking then that there was no one quite like him. I was so proud to call him mine. . And, you know, a lot has changed since 1994—but still I believe there is no one like him. . Thanks for all the shrimp and grits, daddy—and for the music, and the endless welcome you extend to all. But more than that, thanks for loving me no matter what. Happy, happy 70th. Here's to you! . xoxo (2/2) Crossing into Mexicali we meet Jando. Jando has been deported three times from the US, having arrived illegally as a teenager and then being arrested for minor crimes. Jando claims he has no interest in returning a fourth time to the US.  But he’s an unreliable narrator: he praises  Sinaloa crime boss Joaquín Guzmán Loera, and has track marks running up his arms.  Five minutes after we finish talking to him, we see him again, with a bloodied nose.  It’s a reminder that the border has a dark side: that the cartels who control drug and people smuggling also bring violence and addiction to the streets. . Follow @americanjourneysproject . Words @katylongsf Photos @missjessieparks (1/2) Our final stop at the US-Mexico border is in Calexico, where everyone speaks Spanish. Calexico, USA is essentially a suburb of much larger Mexicali, Mexico: locals tell us you could move the border five miles north and no one would notice. At the border on a Monday morning, we meet school girls waiting for their friends, and workers hurrying to their offices.  Many have green cards and some are even US citizens, but these border commuters live in Mexico - where money goes further — and work and study in the US. . For more follow @americanjourneysproject . Words @katylongsf Photos @missjessieparks Despite all the headlines about building a wall, there’s already a 15ft fence dividing the US from Mexico. I first saw it snaking across the desert an hour east of San Diego. This is the same wall — a  line of rust-red metal stakes — that I had already seen in a thousand news reports, but the vast and empty skies brought new perspective, as did the desert stretching far out to the horizon on either side.  We were there with Border Angels — a  humanitarian NGO — who drops water for the migrants who pick there way across this scrubland in the dark. Hugo, our guide, told us that coyotes today charge about $7000 for the journey from Tijuana to LA. . #americanjourneys . Words @katylongsf For more follow us @americanjourneysproject Even when listening to the most provocative threats made by President Trump, any fear non-white American citizens could ever be forcibly deported seems like hysterical fantasy. But it is also historical fact. Between 1929 and 1936, up to 1.2 million Americans — US citizens — were forcibly “repatriated” to their “home” in Mexico. Many did not even speak Spanish. Los Angeles city — with the largest populations of Mexicans outside Mexico — played a leading role, deporting 400,000 Mexicans. Many were forcibly rounded up in raids based upon their appearance, and sent across the border with a total lack of due process. Yet as the pace of deportation speeded up in the 1930s, efforts were underway to make Olvera Street, at the heart of Los Angeles’ Mexican barrio, into a tourist-kitsch calle to fit with white Americans’ romanticized version of Mexican culture — despite the fact that at the same time, Mexicans were being forcibly removed from the very same street. . #americanjourneys . Words by @katylongsf For more follow @americanjourneysproject . #everydaylafrontera #lafrontera #borderwall #defineamerican Pastor James Trammell of Columbus Street Baptist Church in Bakersfield, California. . @americanjourneysproject Bakersfield’s surroundings are breathtaking: smoky mountains on the horizon, almond trees blossoming along the arrow-straight highway. This city is proudly conservative, a dot of red in a sea of blue. This is in part because Bakersfield’s legacy is tied more to Oklahoma than California. In the 1930s, a million “Okies” fled the economic destitution of the dustbowl, working as migrant laborers in the surrounding fields, many dependent upon federal housing — like that provided at Sunset camp, made famous by John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath. Their descendants stayed and prospered, but many of them — like Pastor James — are reluctant to draw parallels between the Okies’ poverty and the struggle of migrant laborers working in the fields today. . Words by @katylongsf For more, follow @americanjourneysproject as we travel across the country unraveling America’s immigration story. Today, Chinatown in San Francisco is full of contradictions. On the surface, it’s a tourist destination, all red-and-gold paper lanterns and dim sum touts. But San Francisco’s Chinatown is still the most densely populated urban area west of Manhattan. Fifteen thousand inhabitants live crowded into single-room occupancy hotels, or SROs. Whole families live in single rooms, sharing communal toilets and kitchens. Five in every six households in the district live in “linguistic isolation”, speaking only Chinese. The median household income is just $17 630. It’s easy to be appalled by this poverty in the heart of one of the richest cities in America. But the story is more complicated: for many new Asian immigrants arriving in San Francisco, Chinatown is still their sanctuary because rents are so low and you don’t need to speak English to survive. . Words by @katylongsf . Follow Katy and me @americanjourneysproject as we travel from San Francisco to New York as we aim to unravel America’s immigration story. Between 1910 and 1940, a million aspiring immigrants landed on Angel Island, at the purpose-built immigration station designed to function as the “Ellis Island of the West”. But Angel Island was not intended to function as a point of entry: it was an interrogation centre, a detention camp. During this period, Asian immigration to the US was almost totally prohibited, so those detained in the centre (the vast majority were Chinese) had to try and persuade officials they had the right to enter. Some were held for years. . History echoes on Angel Island: the same question of who has the right to come to America is being debated with renewed vigor in court and in Congress today. It’s a place that moves you to tears. But there’s hope here too, in the gratitude of these migrants’ children and grandchildren for ‘bestowing the gift of an American journey’. . Words by @katylongsf . Follow us @americanjourneysproject the next two months as we travel from Angel Island to Ellis Island in attempt to answer what it means to be a nation of immigrants. Over the next two months I’ll be making my way from San Francisco to New York City with two British immigrants and their American toddler documenting the nation's immigration story from past to present. We set out this week beginning at Angel Island, an immigration station located in San Francisco Bay where immigrants who entered the United States from 1910-1940 were detained and interrogated. . Follow us @americanjourneysproject . #overseasdevelopmentinstitute . Here's you, Kurdistan, in all that grandeur! Hot as hell, but a hell of a time. (June 2017) Sorting through mounds of photographs I made in Iraq (get ready for the deluge, @timothykbuxton !). This one here after dark last July was at a bread shop in Soran City. . I’d like to have some of that hot bread right now! 'Spose it's past due, but here's a few top notch moments with a few top notch people from 2017 (Pt. 2). x