Sunday, March 04, 2007

On South Africa: An Article from "The Economist"

Dears,

This article from "The Economist" arrived yesterday from my friend Vuyisile Nkomo, South African cardiologist living and working here in Rochester. It paints a powerful picture of the economic and political landscape of present day South Africa. I encourage you to read it, and reflect on the many issues present in a country struggling in it's early democracy, after years of the oppressive apartheid rule. Clearly, there is much hope and promise that exists. Simultaneously: so much that plagues the nation.
In my contemplative work, as writer, Christian, teacher, global citizen, this article raises numerous questions:

What is our power?
Personally?
Politically?
As citizens of the wealthiest nation on the planet?
As human beings called to a live a particular life and honor the universal charge to be aware...?
How does this tale relate to our own country's history? (As Americans or citizens from abroad?)
What can we learn stepping into an arena to pose our own questions and have the courageous conversations on race, class, privilege, governmental systems, justice?

Woo!?

I know a number of you saw the production "Amajuba" at the Walker last weekend, offering a powerful performance of the actors' personal narratives growing up in the apartheid era. With my own dear friend, Auntie Mo Dabula arriving next month from the Eastern Cape, this article provides a larger context for all of us receiving her.

I invite you to read and weigh the following as another way into the landscape, heart, circumstances, and situations of a people abroad, and a people right here.

Love, Peace,
Melissa
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SOUTH AFRICA
Mar 1st 2007

Africa's richest country, not yet free of demons, is facing a year of
decision

THE township of Soweto, Johannesburg's largest, was once a byword for violence and black deprivation. Look at it now. In the Diepkloof neighbourhood, shiny new cars are parked next to elegant houses protected by security systems. Shopping malls are planned, banks have
opened and tourists are coming. New bars and restaurants stay open all night, drawing in the rich blacks who now live, during the week, in quiet suburbs of Johannesburg that used to be all-white.

Even the poorest corners of South Africa now look better. Roads are being paved. People who were left in the dark and cold by the apartheid regime, which ended in 1994, now have lights, a roof over their heads and access to fresh water. Flush toilets are replacing buckets. Black
South Africans are pushing up property prices and propelling the economy in general; black economic empowerment, brought in to redress the injustices of apartheid, has spurred the creation of a small but wealthy black business elite.

The economy is now growing steadily, at almost 5% last year; inflation has been tamed; investment is looking up; trade has been liberalised; and public debt has been cut by half since 1999. In his budget last week Trevor Manuel, the finance minister, announced a surplus for the
first time in history. Another is expected in the coming year. A whopping 2 trillion rand ($285 billion) will be spent in the next three years, mainly on social services and infrastructure, and a social security system will be set up, all being well, by 2010.

South Africa now has an efficient constitutional court, a free press and active watchdogs--from a vocal (if small) political opposition to a crowd of think-tanks, campaigning groups and civic organisations. Flushed with virtue, the country that used to be an international
pariah has become a mediator of conflicts in such cockpits as Burundi and Congo. President Thabo Mbeki was a driving force behind the creation of the African Union and the New Partnership for Africa's Development, which (if only it were brave enough to challenge Robert
Mugabe in Zimbabwe) is meant to foster an African renaissance.

The country's influence extends beyond politics. Large South African companies, once corralled by international sanctions, have turned into proper multinationals. South Africa, which has 6% of sub-Saharan Africa's people but accounts for more than a third of its GDP, has a diversified economy and first-world financial services. Nigeria's economy, the next-largest in sub-Saharan Africa, is three times smaller.

The reaction to Mr Mbeki's state-of-the-nation address last month, however, was not as upbeat as all that. This is a young, vulnerable democracy, and democratic ways still need to grow much deeper roots. The next general election is in 2009, but much of the country's future will be decided this year: the ruling African National Congress (ANC) will thrash out policies in June and almost certainly choose its next leader in December.

A good economic performance has failed to make much difference to the lives of millions of South Africans. Although half a million jobs are being created every year, unemployment remains stubbornly high at 25%--or, on a broader definition, close to 40%. Almost half the
population are poor; around a quarter get government handouts. The Congress of South African Trade Unions (Cosatu) and the Communist Party, the ANC's allies, argue that the government's economic policy has been far too business-friendly.

The government has also come under fire both at home and abroad for its catastrophic handling of HIV/AIDS. The virus now infects 5.5m people, affects many millions more and kills close to 1,000 people every day. Failure to see disaster coming in the mid-1990s was later compounded by Mr Mbeki's blinkered views of the disease--and he still cannot bring himself to say that HIV causes AIDS. The health minister, Manto Tshabalala-Msimang--a fan of beetroot, garlic and traditional medicine--was temporarily replaced this week as a strange lung infection confined her once again to hospital. She too has been attacked for giving muddled advice about anti-retroviral drugs.

Under much pressure, the government has now made anti-retrovirals
available to around 250,000 people. Although campaigners argue that this roll-out is far too slow, two people--the dynamic deputy president, Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka, and the straight-talking deputy health minister, Nozizwe Madlala-Routledge, are breathing new life into the official response. Activists and the government talk to each other these days, though new AIDS infections show little sign of abating.

Crime also remains a serious worry. In Soweto recently Thato Radebe, a 14-year-old schoolgirl, was raped, stabbed and stoned to death near her home. Her body was found in the veld with condoms, bottles and sticks around it; the whole community was shocked. Ever more government money is being thrown at crimefighting, to little effect. Though official
numbers, now almost a year old, show a slow improvement in most crime rates, violent crime remains among the worst in the world, with more than 50 people killed every day and a serious assault every two minutes. Armed robberies have spiked dramatically over the past year.

The government's generally respectable policies, backed by a plump budget, are often defeated by weaknesses in the civil service. It inherited a fragmented administration whose main purpose was to deliver superior public services to the white minority, while keeping other
South Africans under the apartheid boot. The democratic government tried to create a unified, efficient bureaucracy that would reflect the new political dispensation. In the process, many experienced white civil servants left or were pushed out.

This has changed the face of the administration, but severely hurt its ability to deliver at every level. Ministries, hospitals and schools are struggling to hire enough skilled people; many prefer the better salaries and working conditions of the private sector, or are going abroad. Municipalities, half of which are in serious trouble, are finding it harder to deliver basic services, let alone to expand provision of water, sanitation and electricity.

Angry demonstrations last year made it clear that the poor are frustrated. The left wants a change of economic direction and more government intervention, and to some extent this is occurring. A plan to accelerate economic growth and share wealth was announced last year.
The government and various state-owned enterprises have embarked on a programme to spruce up infrastructure, not least in time for the football World Cup in 2010 for which South Africa, to its delight, is host nation. The final will be played in Soccer City on the outskirts
of Soweto, where the country's biggest stadium is being rebuilt and roofed to take the crowds.

The real ticket out of poverty, however, is education. One of the worst legacies of apartheid has been inferior schooling for South Africa's black majority. Plenty of government money has been pumped in, but with slim results. Although enrolment is up, the schools fall far short of
what is needed. One international survey ranked South Africa last of 45 countries in science scores, behind Ghana and Botswana.

POWER TENDS TO CORRUPT
The government's frustration is evident in the way it handles
criticism. Critics are often denounced as racists or "coconuts"--black
on the outside but white on the inside. People who "whinge" about crime
are told that they should leave the country; those who do leave are
called traitors. Debate feels more stifled than a decade ago.

The increasing centralisation of power is also disturbing. The
president--who leads both the country and the ANC--now chooses not only
his own ministers, but also provincial premiers and mayors of large
cities where the ANC has won a majority of the votes. That used to be
the job of the local party. Parliament needs to put on some muscle to
become a better check on the executive. As it is, state institutions
risk becoming extensions of the ruling party. Political pressures on
the South African Broadcasting Corporation are undermining its
independence.

Fighting within the ANC may also be weakening institutions. The
National Intelligence Agency has been racked by a scandal involving
unauthorised surveillance and allegedly fake e-mails suggesting a
political conspiracy to prevent Jacob Zuma, the former deputy
president, from getting the top job. The agency's head has lost his job
but is fighting back; the whole mess smells of political dirty tricks.

Reports of conflicts of interest or outright corruption surface
regularly. This shows that the country's watchdogs are alive and
barking, but also that public office is too often seen as a way to get
rich. Some politicians and government officials move into business with
worrying speed. Black economic empowerment (BEE), which, among other
things, encourages companies to hive off a slice of equity to blacks,
has been accused of mainly helping a lucky, well-connected few, rather
than nurturing entrepreneurs and creating jobs. Revised rules, which
should spread the benefits more broadly through procurement, employment
and social programmes, are at least some improvement on how things have
been done in the past.

Mr Mbeki deplores what he sees as the relentless pursuit of personal
enrichment. The ANC is making new rules to clarify the fuzzy line
between party and government jobs on the one hand and business
interests on the other. The sacking in 2005 of Mr Zuma when his
financial adviser, Schabir Shaik, was convicted of fraud and corruption
was generally applauded. Yet many South Africans feel that the fight
against wrongdoing is not even-handed.

The main opposition party, the Democratic Alliance (DA), has largely
failed to capitalise on these shortcomings. It has built its base by
appealing to the white and Coloured minorities. So far, only one-tenth
of its electorate is black. Until it reaches black voters, who make up
80% of South Africa's 47m people, the DA--which is to choose a new
leader this year--has no prospect of coming to power.

The main opposition comes from the left-wing ranks of the ruling
alliance itself. (No doubt the ANC's leaders think with horror of
Zimbabwe or Zambia, where the opposition to liberation movements
ultimately emerged from trade-union ranks.) The Communist Party has
been making noises about running its own election campaigns. The ANC's
trade-union allies have criticised the government's handling of
Zimbabwe, HIV/AIDS and BEE. Both complain that they have been sidelined
by Mr Mbeki's centralising rule. But for all their posturing, and
despite lively rumours, neither group is likely to part company with
the ANC for some time yet.

Unless the lot of the poor improves faster, pressure from the left
will become ever harder to resist. Calls for a more pro-poor,
pro-labour stance strike a strong chord with the party's rank and file.
The battle should come to a head in June, when the ANC debates a policy
platform ahead of the party elections in December. Since the party
dominates South African politics--with 70% of the vote at the last
general election--its next boss is more or less guaranteed to become
president in 2009.

THE COMING LEADER
Disagreements over economic policy and leadership style have now
crystallised around the political succession--and Mr Zuma, who remains
the ANC's number two. He was cleared of rape last year, and charges of
financial shenanigans were kicked out of court in September. Mr Zuma's
most ardent supporters, mainly within the left-leaning ranks of the
ruling alliance, maintain that these trials were political devices to
prevent him from becoming South Africa's next president.

Mr Zuma's chances rest on three things: a court case, support within
the ANC, and the alternatives. The National Prosecuting Authority has
not ruled out reviving the corruption charges. This would kill his
chances only if he is found guilty; otherwise, perceptions of
victimisation would probably boost his popularity.

His standing within the party is hard to gauge. ANC leaders in KwaZulu
Natal, his home province, have said he is their presidential candidate.
So has the ANC Youth League. Elsewhere, it is a toss-up. Party
branches--and, after them, the party's regional and provincial
outfits--nominate candidates for the top ANC jobs, including the
president, and also choose delegates to the party conference that
elects them. As many of these branches are revived for the campaign,
trench warfare is likely to erupt over the succession.

The support of the party bigwigs is also vital. Traditionally only one
candidate is left by the time the presidential vote takes place at the
party conference. Potential candidates are not even supposed to say
they are up for the job. Recent allegations that Tokyo Sexwale, a
prominent businessman and a former provincial premier, has been
canvassing for support were slapped down by party leaders. Even Mr
Zuma, known for his loud singing, has been rather quiet lately.

He is charismatic, charming, and can stir up a crowd--especially a
Zulu crowd--like no one else. Yet many people, both inside and outside
the ANC, are aghast at the thought that he might be president. The
cloud of suspicion related to the fraud and corruption charges has not
yet faded, and he has shown serious lapses of judgment (including
believing that a quick shower could protect him from HIV infection). A
pragmatist to the core--or perhaps shameless populist would be closer
to it--Mr Zuma seems much cleverer at saying whatever people want to
hear than at formulating a policy and sticking to it. This makes him a
skilled negotiator and peacemaker, as he showed when he intervened in
the early 1990s in KwaZulu Natal, then on the brink of civil war. But
according to Raenette Taljaard of the Helen Suzman Foundation, a local
think-tank, he would be "a malleable, pliable president"--and one who
might be too inclined to endorse the interventionism the left is
pleading for.

Other names are also mentioned. The party's secretary-general, Kgalema
Motlanthe, is considered a potential compromise candidate, but his name
has been linked--rightly or wrongly--to the trouble at the National
Intelligence Agency. Cyril Ramaphosa, a former trade unionist turned
businessman and a key negotiator in the democratic transition, could
make a political comeback, but may not please the left. The deputy
president, Ms Mlambo-Ngcuka, is mentioned; but she owes her political
fortunes to Mr Mbeki, and probably does not have enough standing of her
own within the party.

Lastly, not impossibly, the shrewd and technocratic Mr Mbeki might
stay. The ANC leadership in the Eastern Cape has called for him to seek
a third term as party leader. Mr Mbeki, who has to step down as
president after two terms, may be tempted to remain in the party post,
which has no time limit.

NURTURING THE RAINBOW
Whoever he or she turns out to be, the next president will have to
rebuild bridges not only within the party, but also within the country.
The warm and generous feelings of Nelson Mandela's time have receded,
and Mr Mbeki has failed to paint a vision to inspire South Africans of
every creed and colour. Both the government and the opposition have
played the race card when it suits them. Pieter Mulder, the leader of
an opposition group called Freedom Front Plus, recently remarked: "We
do not know each other and do not debate with each other."

South Africa's democracy is young, and its institutions still need to
be nurtured, protected and shaped. The space for debate needs to be
broadened, and race relations handled with care. Racial fractures did
not disappear with apartheid, and the followers of political parties
can still largely be divided into black and white. Fewer Indians and
Coloureds have been showing up to vote, indicating that many have not
found a political home.

The astounding success of a recent song about Koos de la Rey, a famous
Boer general during the war against the British, is raising many
eyebrows. Some fear that the old-fashioned nationalism of the
Afrikaners (whites of European descent) is raising its head again. But
Tim du Plessis, the editor of an Afrikaans newspaper, argues that
Afrikaners are merely migrating to a new space, between dead-end
radicalism and ANC co-option. He points to a young, post-apartheid
generation of Afrikaners reclaiming and reinventing their identity,
unburdened by their parents' guilt.

In his candid speech last month, Mr Mbeki appealed to South Africans to
help eradicate "all that is ugly and repulsive in human society". He
regretted that South Africa's ability to unite in pursuit of a
"commonly defined national agenda" was still in question. But solving
the problems of crime, AIDS and unemployment requires just such unity,
as well as a fresh approach, and the government needs to get better at
bringing everyone on board. It is with this daunting task in mind that
the ANC must choose its next president.

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Friday, March 02, 2007

A Poem that Might be about S-E-X.


Maybe this poem is about sex. Maybe it's just about this woman's compassion for her husband and his long day at work on a ship and that she likes to hear all about his long day at work on the ship.
I don't know.
You decide.
;-)
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For the record, when I first read this, I thought the title was, "Shoplifter's Wife." Poem works better when he works on a ship, instead of stealing things.
...........
I do so like a good Dorianne Laux poem.


Poem: "The Shipfitter's Wife" by Dorianne Laux, from Smoke. © BOA Editions. Reprinted with permission.

The Shipfitter's Wife

I loved him most
when he came home from work,
his fingers still curled from fitting pipe,
his denim shirt ringed with sweat
and smelling of salt, the drying weeds
of the ocean. I'd go to where he sat
on the edge of the bed, his forehead
anointed with grease, his cracked hands
jammed between his thighs, and unlace
the steel-toed boots, stroke his ankles
and calves, the pads and bones of his feet.
Then I'd open his clothes and take
the whole day inside me — the ship's
gray sides, the miles of copper pipe,
the voice of the foreman clanging
off the hull's silver ribs. Spark of lead
kissing metal. The clamp, the winch,
the white fire of the torch, the whistle,
and the long drive home.

Letter to you amazing people...(7.22.06)


The following is a letter I wrote this morning for Poets and Supporters of the Teen Poets, but it occurs to me that I can extend it all of you as well...In typical blog-like-big-wondering-blabbing-Borgmann-fashion....It may truly be repetitive of emails I've sent this past couple weeks from the road, or a tighter summary of what's up in my world, especially since returning...)
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July 22, 2006

Dear Poets and Friends,

I am just sitting down to do some writing, and wanting to send you all a note of Love and Well Wishes....
I have had the amazing opportunity to go West, road-tripping through North Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, Idaho, and Utah, all in an effort to see, hear, talk, write, pray, reflect, create.
Amazing. Met some amazing people, and had such a time to RETREAT.

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Here is a just a sprinkling of the Real Life characters I met -- (believe me, there were lovely, crazed FIctional ones that came forward, too!):

Howard the retired real-estate developer from Mobile, Alabama, (hanging out drinking scotch and doing a cross-word puzzle in Red Lodge, telling me about his life goals and fears, including that he wants to write fiction and he is scared of black people.)

Anna the precocious, (at times beyond-her-years- wise-and-cynical,) 16 year old from Norwich, Vermont, who just finished 6 months on a Mountain, at "Mountain school," wears lime-green converse every day, and loves writing and horses.

Charlie Phyllis, the African American woman with two names from New York City who speaks French, went to Yale, is passionate about Jesus and Women's Health Issues, and is working on her second novel for Random House.

Nessie the Mormon ranch owner who says a blessing before every meal - or invites others to - and runs this ranch in the summer with her 7 kids, overseeing the branding, herding, roundup of the cows, as well as the meal-making, room assignments, and riding of horses.

Rod-The-Cowboy - who used to test nuclear weapons, and now rides, trains, sells horses, and does rodeo/radio work.

(And so many more...)
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During this time away, a number of things sort of "popped" for me:
-That I need to write, create, and perform, as a way to honor God.
-That community is essential for that to happen.
-That shifts in location and landscape are conducive for work coming forward and relationships to be built.
-That I love young people, ALL people in a way that is worthy of examining.
-That it's really good to step back and ask questions of purpose, place, power, position.

So. Where's that bring me? That's anywhere PRACTICAL, interesting, or newsworthy for YOU?

I am not certain. Except that while in Utah, I learned that a former student of mine, Marcus White, was murdered in North Minneapolis, and it took me smack dab into the middle of my life and these freaking large questions. And it's making me wonder again, what I'm up to, in this work, and what would be the best use of my time, energy, talent, love, energy, ie, God-given gifts?

I know right off the top that I need to tell each and every one of you that "I love you." That you are precious to me. That you are precious to the world, and that you all have gifts that the world wants to see, hear, experience.
Indeed!
Yes!
Don't question that for one second!!!

I am pretty certain that each of you has dealt with crisis, or death, loss in a way that has called you into this deeper space of examination and reflection. And that to navigate that space, having community, love, faith has been key for making sense of it all, and through it..

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After Marcus' funeral yesterday, I came home and sat before my computer to write. I wanted to compose a piece about him. About violence. About this country's use of tax dollars in Iraq (to the tune of $10 billion a MONTH), vs. the CUT funding for police officers nationally ($1 Billion a YEAR.) --Which says nothing of our spending on education, and things that PREVENT VIOLENCE, in my opinion.

Instead, I submitted a story proposal to "This American Life" (an NPR documentary radio program produced by WBEZ in Chicago.)

And I read emails.

About 14 emails came in yesterday, from family and friends who are offering love, support, feedback, questions to me about my life, and the collective work we are up to...
-My cousin Jill wants to pay for me to apply to grad schools all over the country. (MFA in creative writing - non-fiction focus.) She made a list of all that she thinks I should write about from my life.
-Pat Van Ert and Coey Deharpportte offered to drive and do the cooking when we go to the cabin tomorrow to write and sort out The Juno Collective.
-Vuyi Nkomo, my cardiologist friend from South Africa via Mayo, wrote to offer love and prayers about these questions, in the form of funny metaphors.
-Matt Peiken, my Pioneer Press friend made plans for dinner and time for conversation on creative life and work reflecting.
-Zac Willette, former housemate back from South America, came over and we talked and broke open our last six months of life, with an eye toward love and calling questions.
-Julia Dinsmore, (grandma D), asked for support in the form a book blurb/ reading response, for her autobiographical prose and poetry- soon-to-be published, that was an amazing honor, and reminding me what I want to do.
-Barb Everhart, teacher friend and lover of the poets, wrote to offer condolences, and questions about next steps...

I'm certain I'm forgetting something.
But here I am. On the verge of heading out again: to the cabin to talk Juno, (and ultimately TRTM), and booking my flight back from Atlanta, Georgia, after I help Io move down there in 10 days.

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It seems so much to me, potentially overwhelming. And perhaps that's why I am writing...? I am not truly sure. Just that I need to share with each of you from this place I'm physically, philosophically, spiritually, professionally, artistically IN right now. -- I believe this is simply a way to apprise you of - and intentionally communicate the questions that I'm wrestling with and discerning at this moment. Because I love you. Because I'm a teacher. Because I want you to know that at 37, we are all still sorting things out. Because I'm a writer, and person of deep faith, and this is how I pray. Because I want to invite you all into this space in the way that you are able to be in it. Because I want to simply update you on where I am at as a mentor, friend, teacher, writer, director, producer, human being,


So that's it. I guess stay tuned. Drop a line. Send a note. Keep writing. I'll do the same.

Love, Peace, Blessings,
Arms around you, kisses on your cheek,
Melissa B

TRTM: Power Summit Pix/ Reflection (6.23.06)


There are a couple things that I'm extremely proud of participating, being part of, or helping to bring forward when it comes to Teens Rock the Mic..

The Power Summit and Gopher Writing Camp are two such things - that are just so happening to come back to back this June...

It's 4:28pm on Friday, and I've just come from the closing ceremonies at the Power Summit, where Heart of the Beast Puppet Theater Artist, Esther Ouray, (Chana's mom) facilitated and lead the group of 30 young adult artists/activists in the closing ritual.

And WOW! Wow! is all that I feel like I can say...The POWER in that experience, following the WEEK of amazing, inspiring, information-loaded sessions....With Gayle Smaller kicking off Tuesday morning with his poem on "QUESTIONS" and that leading into our Socratic Seminar session, unpacking Rilke's words about "living in the questions" and the intersection (philosophically and practically) between Art and Social/Global activism....

WOW! Again....

Brittany's session co-lead by Caitlin on the idea of non-violence and art.....AHA! And she totally borrowed from Marc Bamuthi's workshop she took in NYC and asked the participants to create scenes featuring violence (after brainstorming ways we are violent, and sharing a poem herself..)

And the Cycles of Violence we saw staged by a group, and then got to unpack...Caitlin Hill stepping into that role as facilitator, and using the Critical Response protocol to engage and bring forward the voices of participants...Well let's just say, that the group had so many triggering ideas and comments and questions, there wasn't enough time....As the mentoring teacher working with these poets, I am so proud to see Brittany and Caitlin as they are growing in identifying their goals and objectives as young emerging teaching artists....To be able to end a facilitated discussion, borrowing on Rilke's words about "living in the questions" that we'd broken open the day before, it was BRILLIANT in my estimation to see and experience a closing that was simply further QUESTIONS each participant had as they were going forward from the session....

Hot stuff, guys. Hot Stuff!

And I don't think it's any small coincidence to run into Bill and Edye Howes this week, (down from Duluth doing the Freedom School work over at the Harrison Community Center) and then to hang out and brainstorm with Reggie Harris about our community of artists and activists coming together..!!!....There is so much beauty and richness here in our network of associates and artists....It's takes my breath away...

And to be privy to how these young people are working to BUILD THEIR SKILLS and KNOWLEDGE Of the WORLD and WAYS TO MOVE THROUGH IT INTENTIONALLY USING THEIR GIFTS....
Well, that just ROCKS, right?!

Okay...Reflection time is up for now...I'll close with pix, and good thoughts to you all...
Next week, head's up! You know I'm going to have to send something about the Gopher Writing Camp...
Good stuff!
Change is coming!!

Peace, Love, Holla back!
Melissa B







Brittany performing at PS



Watching the poets




Collaborating teachers



Rilke's words



Facilitating 2*



Posing the Questions/ Making objectives Public



Final ceremony directions



HOTB Ceremony



HOTB Ceremony 4 Directions



HOTB Puppet of Peace



Beautiful Group





Catholic Spirit Article on Moi....(6.25.06)


Friends, Colleagues, Associates, Loves,

Just in case you wanted to know any more about me - and WHY I Do WHAT I DO - here's Chris William's article from the Catholic Spirit, interviewing me as a catholic in the creative life.....
Gotta rep for God and the Catholics...know what I'm saying?
We gotta lotta bad press a few years back, and I'm just doing my part to be of the GREATER Love...(the RADICAL LOVE and Justice catholic that I am...)

Beside, most of you know already how much I love preaching the Gospel, (using words only when I have to!!!..--paraphrasing my guy, St. Francis.)

Peace out,
Melissa

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Catholics and the Creative Life
June 22, 2006
Teacher helps young artists
deliver a social message
By Chris Williams
The Catholic Spirit

Melissa Borgmann interviews Andrew Thomas, a sophomore at Patrick Henry High School in Minneapolis, about the artistic literacy process during a popular songwriting class at the school.

Melissa Borgmann says she is on a social justice mission to empower inner-city youth in the Twin Cities.

Borgmann, 37, is co-founder of Teens Rock the Mic, an ensemble of urban poets and youth leaders who travel around the nation to participate in performance art.

"My mission for Teens Rock the Mic is to impact society by giving voice to those without [one] — through story, experience and art of spoken word," said Borgmann, a member of St. Philip in Minneapolis and head of the Juno Collective, a nonprofit, umbrella organization for artists and groups that partner to serve communities' artistic and literacy needs.

Through Borgmann's instruction, teenage poets, young activists and artists work to promote social justice and improve life in their communities.

For example, Teens Rock the Mic student Ashley "Younique" Gilbert, a senior at Central High School in St. Paul, opened the Focus on Poverty forum in March at Gustavus Adolphus Lutheran Church in St. Paul by reciting her poem, "Poor We, Why. . . ?"

The poem, summing up Gilbert's life as a youth living in poverty, helped frame the forum's three-hour brainstorming session on how the Twin Cities community can end poverty by 2020. The session was attended by Archbishop Harry Flynn and Lutheran Bishop Peter Rogness.

Young poets from Teens Rock the Mic also attended the Peace Games, a two-week-long exhibition of athletic competition, arts and culture held last July in Minneapolis, Borgmann said.

"The goals for the Peace Games event was to show the positive side of a part of the city that is struggling with crime and poverty," she said. "My teens composed works about peace that reveal the pain, despair and hope they see around them."

Borgmann said she found her true calling in life only after working in the business world and reflecting on her faith.

"I knew that I was called to be a teacher, but I didn't want to be a teacher because I didn't want to be poor," said Borgmann, who has a bachelor's degree in English and business administration and a master's degree in teaching from the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul.

"But after working in the publishing industry and making tons of money, I found that it wasn't feeding my spirit or making my heart happy," she said. "So I returned to what I love — that's teaching, the arts and directing live performances."

"I also learned that I can use my Catholic faith as a school teacher in a public setting," Borgmann said.


Borgmann, however, said she does not preach Catholicism to her public school students.

"I don't hammer my students over the head with Catholic doctrine and practices or tell them what is the right way to believe," Borgmann said.

"I demonstrate my faith by employing it through my curriculum and instruction and my work with each individual student," she said.

Borgmann said her desire to empower students is rooted in her Catholic faith, particularly the church's social teachings on the poor and vulnerable. She credits the late Father Greg Tolaas, who served as the University of St. Thomas' director of campus ministry from 1990 to 1997 and then as pastor of St. Philip until his death in September 2003 from cystic fibrosis.

"I knew I was a total Christian, but I didn't know I was Catholic," Borgmann said. "I didn't embrace my Catholicism until I got to St. Thomas and met Father Greg Tolaas.

"I believed in the way he preached the Gospel and talked about social justice," she added. "He taught about how we should leave our comfort zone and embrace the diversity and poverty that surrounded it.

"That's when I started being a Catholic," said Borgmann, who serves as the secretary of the St. Philip parish council and as a member of the parish social justice committee. "I claimed my faith. I wanted to be like him. I wanted to connect with him, and I wanted to be very public in my faith like him."

Borgmann said the children she teaches are the ones that are failing in school, struggling with standardized tests or don't feel successful or intelligent. She said she works to help them discover their God-given gifts and use them.

"My purpose as a teacher is how do I make the teachings of Jesus Christ real, relevant and engaging through drama, poetry and the arts so that children want to absorb it" — not by using explicit Christian language or images, but by emphasizing positive values common to the Gospel as well as broader society, she said.

Borgmann said she draws from the works of noted writers such as Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston and Barbara Kingsolver to link Gospel values "to what they've seen in their own lives, to what they are learning, whether it's through a book, a song, or something another student shares.

"Kids get that from me. They feel they are in a safe space and they were invited to make a connection between literature and invited to share and perform the understanding of the text in ways that aren't typical," she said.

Borgmann, a Nebraska native, said a sad experience when she was a teenager helped her to discern that performance art was her calling.

"I had this amazing high school speech and drama teacher, who was a born-again Christian who had the longest-running record of winning speech and drama state championships, and I was part of that legacy," Borgmann said.

On the day of a state drama championship finals, Borgmann said her boyfriend committed suicide just hours before she captured first place in the tournament.

"I don't think my boyfriend knew why he was here or if he was loved," she said.

"That was the first time I started to get it," she said. "'Why do you perform? I answered it: If I have the ability to make anybody laugh or communicate love, I am doing something greater and practicing the faith. I realize this isn't about me." she said.

"That day, I heard God speaking to me through the Holy Spirit in an incredible way about what I was to do with my life," Borgmann said.

Storm Fronts, Snow Plows, (and a new job?!) 2.24.07


Hey Friends - The following is a "Melissa-blog" update on my life this week: (February 24, 2007)
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Short version: I am done in the classroom as a teaching artist, teacher. I am relinquishing my voluntary position directing Juno. I got a job offer to clean homes that pays $20 an hour, using environmentally-friendly products. I'm working on love and art.)
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You all know I'm having a scheduled, metaphoric "emergency c-section" on Monday? Doula /doctor /director Coey has declared that I'm done pushing Juno out, (after this past 6 months), and she's going to lead this next phase of the work. Amen, right!?

That decision and acknowledgment this past Wednesday has inspired some serious movement -- on many fronts. Namely, me identifying that I'm finished in the classroom/ residency-phase of work. That my remaining two teaching artist gigs with Jamie will have to be canceled, or be offered to someone else. And that I'm standing firmly in this space of not facilitating any further work or teaching along these capacity-building lines. And firmly identifying and claiming what I want: To write. And to co-create a loving, transformative partnership with some kick-a-- man.

Call it selfish. Call it burn out. Call it wrong. Call it clarity. Call it gift from God.

It goes hand in hand really with the resolution I've known and experienced in the past years' discernment to leave the classroom, and to work in ways that honors my heart, spirit, what I think God called me here to do on the planet....

Well, the tension, and WAR really that has been taking place in my heart and mind: is that I believe in an overwhelmingly powerful way: that God called me to be a teacher. And, all humility aside, I know I've been blessed to be a very good one. So: to turn my back on the classroom and children, in a way feels like I'm sinning against God. Leaving has felt like I'm not honoring these gifts He/ She/ the Universe gave me to engage and inspire young people.
But: the key question has arisen: AT WHAT COST?

At what cost? What price should I pay, should ANYONE pay -- to do something well, yet not feel fully seen or have the opportunity to experience the transformative effects, the fruits of their labor?

Well, that's Christs' story, right? So: I should be okay with that. If I want to be like Christ.
Right?

Nope.

I'm called to take care of myself. Be healthy, and pay attention to what my heart and body wants more than anything else on the planet: To love well and intentionally inside of one space.....To be faithful, not necessarily successful, as Mother Theresa said...

Well, my faith is taking me into myself. Into my stories, and into smaller circles where I'm not in charge and I'm not having to raise money, mentor someone, or produce anything, other than a cup of coffee.

I announced earlier when the Bush Leadership Fellowship didn't come through that I'd be making my way toward a coffee shop or book store this summer, to earn some cash. Ha! Well, friends: that time is coming sooner than I thought.

As Coey identified, I'm not going to make it to the summer. I cannot sustain this energy any longer. I cannot sustain myself in this volunteer position any longer. The work is necessary, but it'll have to be done by someone else. Noble, but not for me anymore. Well, just not until I can date and marry, have a baby or two, and write...and then, THEN we'll see where I'm at....
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So this storm came. A lot of plans with people fell through. And I find myself in further alignment with how this universe works to surprise and sustain us.
I got clear on all of this, and moved to take action to get a job tonight. I went to get an application at the Open Book Coffee Shop (where TRTM meets at the Loft, right?) Only: they are out of Job applications!
Then I see my girl Anna, who is leaving her position at the Non-profit (where she's EXCELLED -- but still hasn't been fully seen) and she shares with me what she's up to:
"Oh! I started this environmentally friendly cleaning business. It's booming. I want to employ artists at a fair wage, so that they can do the work, see RESULTS from their labor, and then go about making their art. It pays $20 an hour. You interested? It's perfect for writers, as you get to be in other people's homes, see how they live, and you can let your mind work and create while you clean...."
Ha! And within about 5 minutes, she said I could have a job.
I get my own gloves, get to set my own hours, and she takes care of all the billing and supplies, etc.
$20 an hour? doesn't that seem like a good gig?
For this chica who was considering the pouring of coffee or selling of books, I'm thrilled.

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News from my world. This stormy, snowy Saturday eve. (I put "snow plows" in the title to this, before it was even written, and I realize that there aren't any plows even out yet, (well, that I've seen....) I guess I'm simply naming how --in spite of the winter storm-- I'm feeling power to clear roads and the lanes ahead, by simply IMAGINING and WORKING to do...

Love you all,
Prayers, In gratitude,
Melissa

This is ha-larious! (Nancy Drew - Guide to Solving Mystery)


Ok. Who remembers Nancy Drew?

I was addicted to her books around 2nd or 3rd grade. Right until I had this terrible car sickness experience reading her while traveling through some rolling hills in Missouri toward Great Grandma Arduser's house. (The lying backwards on my tummy in the back end of our station wagon while reading one of her mysteries -- the title included a light tower or lantern-- was enough to do me in.)

I graduated to Judy Blume.

But this poem takes me back to this space of amazing affection, nostalgia for Ms. Drew.
So many things want to get solved in our lives. We all need to have a Nancy alongside us, to navigate the mystery....

Giggles,
Love,
Melissa

Poem: "Nancy Drew" by Ron Koertge, from Fever. © Red Hen Press. Reprinted with permission.

Nancy Drew

Merely pretty, she made up for it with vim.
And she got to say things like, "But, gosh,
what if these plans should fall into the wrong
hands?" and it was pretty clear she didn't mean
plans for a party or a trip to the museum, but
something involving espionage and a Nazi or two.

In fact, the handsome exchange student turns
out to be a Fascist sympathizer. When he snatches
Nancy along with some blueprints, she knows he
has something more sinister in mind than kissing
her with his mouth open

Locked in the pantry of an abandoned farm house,
Nancy makes a radio out of a shoelace and a muffin.
Pretty soon the police show up, and everything's
hunky dory.

Nancy accepts their thanks, but she's subdued.
It's not like her to fall for a cad. Even as she plans
a short vacation to sort our her emotions she knows
there will be a suspicions waiter, a woman in a green
off the shoulder dress, and her very jittery husband.

Very well. But no more handsome boys like the last one:
the part in his hair that was sheer propulsion, that way
he had of lifting his eyes to hers over the custard,
those feelings that made her not want to be brave
confident and daring, polite, sensitive and caring.