Abolition and the Wild Goose Festival – Melvin Bray

The United States government’s support of slavery was based on an overpowering practicality. In 1790, a thousand tons of cotton were being produced every year in the South. By 1860, it was a million tons. In the same period, 500,000 slaves grew to 4 million. [How's that for workforce efficiency: 1000 times the output for only 8 times the investment!] A system harried by slave rebellions and conspiracies (Gabriel Prosser, 1800; Denmark Vesey, 1822; Nat Turner, 1831) developed a network of controls in the southern states, backed by the laws, courts, armed forces, and [the unabashedly articulated] race prejudice of the nations’s political leaders.

It would take either a full-scale slave rebellion or a full-scale war to end such a deeply entrenched system. If a rebellion, it might get out of hand, and turn its ferocity beyond slavery to the most successful system of capitalist enrichment in the world. If a war, those who made the war would organized its consequences. Hence, it was Abraham Lincoln who freed the slaves, not John Brown. In 1859, John Brown was hanged, with federal complicity, for attempting to do by small-scale violence what Lincoln would do by large-scale violence [just a few] years later–end slavery.

- Howard Zinn, “Slavery Without Submission, Emancipation Without Freedom,” A People’s History of the United States

Zinn’s analysis of the abolition of slavery knocked me on my ass. I’ve heard several analyses of what brought slavery to an end and why, but I wasn’t prepared for this one. Thus, my one word commentary–DAMN!

Zinn’s A People’s History is the first history text I’ve ever undertaken of my own volition to read from cover to cover. It is an emotionally difficult book to read by myself. It’s actually depressing at times to see how much we think of as new or breakthrough that just isn’t. As a nation, we’ve been on the same treadmill for a while in regards to many things. Every once and a while we’ll jump off, pick the treadmill up and relocate it, but I’ve had to accept that much of that movement is lateral. For instance, the run up to the 2001 US War in Iraq was in broad strokes identical to the run-up to the US Mexican War of 1845.  In similitude, post-Revolution American cities saw their own Occupy movements silenced with the same authoritarian prerogative being exercised now.

So too we see in the instigation of the US Civil War a pattern and purpose that has since repeated itself time and time again. Zinn continues his insight, “With slavery abolished by order of the government–true, a government pushed hard to do so, by blacks, free and slave, and by white abolitionists–its end could be orchestrated so as to set limits to emancipation. Liberation from the top would go only so far as the interests of the dominant groups permitted. If carried further by the momentum of war, the rhetoric of a crusade, it could be pulled back to a safer position. Thus, while the ending of slavery led to a reconstruction of national politics and economics, it was not a radical reconstruction, but a safe one–in fact, a profitable one.”

In light of Zinn’s incisive analysis, the failures of American societal integration and other attempts of sub-set diversification since all make sense. Diversification fails when it is managed so as to be “orderly” or “non-offensive” or “fair” to the already privileged because these purposes smack of the very fear and prejudice and preservation of power that diversification is meant to overcome. To abolish the tyranny of inequity, one must also abolish the purposes for which that tyranny was established: one must die to them… daily.

This brings me to the Wild Goose Festival. Ours is not the first attempt to make room for everyone to celebrate a common hope in faith, music, art and social justice. What may be distinctive, however, is that we have caught in the wind two course correctives from our lead goose, the one we’re chasing. One is that the festival is not ours alone. The other, that at its best the festival will privilege those routinely (historically) underprivileged at other such gatherings.

The implication seems pretty straight forward enough: extend ownership of the festival to those routinely underprivileged who are most committed to making room for everyone else. But once articulated, it dawns on me how seldom this is done. Most often those privileged within a particular construct try to accommodate others without abdicating power (power is privilege; privilege is power), which creates a tokenistic dynamic that inevitably breeds resentment, alienation and contention.

Read the rest of Melvin’s post on his blog here.

Wild Goose board member Melvin Bray is a devoted husband, committed father, learner, teacher, writer, storyteller, lover of people, connoisseur of creativity, purveyor of sustainability and believer in possibilities.  He’s deeply engaged in helping to shape the festival as a safe space for dangerous conversation, at which we learn to own the parts of ourselves that may oppress others, and find space to express the parts that may be wounded.

Where is Waldo? – Melvin Bray

Amid all the other things you’re trying to keep in mind as you prepare for the Goose, I want you to remember this face (Right here to the left – how could you forget a mug like that?)  I shouldn’t be too hard to spot, because for one thing I look nothing like this guy:

For another thing, I’ll be wearing a very ubber-stylish neon lanyard around my neck identifying me as one of the people to crucify (upside-down, of course) if you’re not having a great time (no messiah-complex here, no over-wrought sense of self-importance).

I want you to remember me so that when you see me you are prepared to tell me your story.  But not just any story.  (Certainly not your life story–unless it’s really interesting and your willing to sign over rights to it.)  I’m looking for that one deeply meaningful bible story originally told to you in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with the virtue you find in it today.  In fact, I’m looking for that story whose traditional telling makes you want to ”pray to theporcelain god” (puke) because it so misses the point.

A while ago I undertook a story project, Stories in Which We Find Ourselves, to collect re-imaginings of the biblical narrative.  The way I figure it: We either find more sustainable ways to tell our stories of faith to our children or they will end up re-traversing the same valley of shadows we’ve come through to retain faith. Slowly and humbly I’ve been moving through scripture trying to taste, touch and smell its stories anew.  It helps that my faith community, Neighbors Abbey, allows me to experiment on its children from week to week (nearly half of them belong to me anyhow–still I’m grateful).  Along the way I’m inviting others to share with me their own renaissance with the scriptures, in the form of actual bible stories (targum) ormidrash.  That’s where you come in!

With one of the hopes of the Wild Goose Festival being to inspire a new imagination for being Jesus followers in the world, I can’t imagine a better group of people to swop stories with.  So what I’m saying is, when you see me coming, don’t run and hide.  Walk up and say, “You remember the story about ‘so-and-so’…”–then give me time to set up my microphone so I can record you.

For those of you who think that sounds neat, but have no clue how you would actually do it…  Once upon a time Russell Rathbun and I collaborated on a workshop called “Stories that Compost” in which we led friends through this process that may prove helpful for unlocking the latent storyteller in you:

1.  Read a narrative passage of scripture.
2.  Interrogate the passage in these ways:

-List 3 things you love about the passage.
-List 3 things that have bugged you about the way the story is typically recounted?
-Articulate 3 questions that come to mind when you think of the story you read.

3.  Select one thing from each of the 3 preceding categories.
4.  Re-tell the story emphasizing/avoiding those things.
5.  Remember, though scripture is life-giving, insightful, important, etc, it’s not precious (think Gollum): you can’t break it.  (Buy me a beer, and I’ll unpack that one for you.)

One good thing about doing this in advance is that it gives you something really cool to share during open mic at the story tent!  (You never know, there may be a new career in it for you.)  If you want examples of stories others have contributed to the project, check them out here.

So even if you can’t find Waldo at the festival, find me.  I want to meet you; I want to hear your story.  See ya next week.  Long live the Goose!

Melvin Bray is a Wild Goose Festival board member, devoted husband, committed father, learner, teacher, writer, storyteller, lover of people, connoisseur of creativity, seeker of justice, and believer in possibilities. As founder of Kid Cultivators, he lives, loves, and dreams with friends in Atlanta, Georgia. If you want to find Melvin, it’s not too late to get your tickets here.

Why People of Color Should Be At the Wild Goose Festival – Melvin Bray

Why People of Color Should Be At the Wild Goose Festival
by Melvin ‘The Token Space-holder’ Bray

My appeal is simple.  People of color must involve themselves with the Wild Goose Festival otherwise the color balance in all the photos will be off!

Yes, seriously, I believe that in due season the Wild Goose will change the landscape of faith imagination in America, even as the Greenbelt Festival has done so in the UK over the last 30 years.  There was a time in the not so distant past when people of color were conveniently excluded from “mainstream” undertakings such as this. Out of habitual exclusion arose identity movements and addendum politics―our refusal to be forever ignored.  The problem is that after years of African-American, Asian-American, First Nation and other “hyphenated” studies that have taken those disposed into a deeper appreciation of diversity, we’re loathe to admit that our efforts have not distributed the treasures of a pluralistic heritage nearly as broadly as proponents had hoped.  With deep gratitude for the gifts of “The Struggle” in all its wonderfully myriad expressions (without which we would not be at the borders of New Possibility) as people of color, we presently find ourselves on the brink of a most fortunate opportunity that escapes the apprehension of many.  There is now appetite, yea even longing, for a telling of a holistic American faith story in which our stories are integral, not addendum, not prop.

If I’ve framed a good enough shot, you should have that silly grin on your face that people have when reminded by a true picture of an oft-referenced but misappropriated dream.  I believed we have actually arrived at the moment  the social experiment of integration anticipated but America wasn’t quite ready to embody 40-some-odd years ago.

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However, I realize things could just as easily devolve into yet another forty years of (even self-imposed) desert-dwelling marginalization.  Martin Luther King, Jr., may have shamed America into confessing the sins of inequality but with the election of President Obama there has been plenty of talk of what “real Americans” lost in the exchange.  The realist in me recognizes that there is just as much potential in this moment for regression as there is for breakthrough.  And the cynic in me can only shake his head for what, listening to Glenns and Sarahs, often seems the likely choice.  Yet we―people of faith and color, love, goodwill and every combination of the same―have a precedented opportunity to tip likelihood decidedly toward a story of American faith, justice and the arts that makes room for everyone.  It won’t include everyone, sadly.  Many will self-select out.  But that is very different from not being invited.  So I personally invite you.

Now I know the idea of running around in the woods with random people, most of whom may not look like you (thus seeming to have little in common), doesn’t strike everyone as the best visual of a good time.  For black folk, by example, camping doesn’t just mock the homeless, it can feel a little too close to the Kunta Kente experience than we want to be.  Still the best photos generally involve a little discomfort (at least that’s what the guy at Glamor Shots once told me), and if that includes making some (a minority, I’m sure) of the beige folks in event snapshots a little self-conscious by our showing up in droves, so be it.  Besides, if you don’t come, I’m gonna be real identifiable in group pics.  But I’ll keep holding this space until I see you.

Melvin Bray is a devoted husband, committed father, learner, teacher, writer, storyteller, lover of people, connoisseur of creativity, seeker of justice, and believer in possibilities. As founder of Kid Cultivators, he lives, loves, and dreams with friends in Atlanta, Georgia. We’re sure Melvin would want you to know that this weekend is the final weekend to get Advance Rate tickets to the Wild Goose Festival. Prices go up this Monday, May 16th.