Category Archives: WCI

Where I Work

You can’t find a mailbox to save a life within a mile of my office in West Oakland.  Liquor stores, purveying basic food groups, fried chicken, and junk-for-consumption at exorbitant prices, occupy a corner about every four to six blocks.  Similarly, churches, mainly of the Baptist persuasion but including some esoterica, loom on major streets or sit tucked discretely within a former residence or storefront.

The end of the month, eviction time, brings a new tide of worn, cheap furniture and household flotsam to the curbs.  Taggers industriously deface the architecture of the area, along with any signs or furniture they happen upon.  Hardly a storefront or wall is spared the lurid, outsized scrawls, some reminiscent of lettering. Murals, however, usually don’t get graffitied, as if painting that requires more than a few reckless, angry minutes deserves dispensation.

The potholed streets, a patchwork of attempts at asphalt first aid, provide challenge courses for defensive driving. City parks sprout grass and weeds knee-high before Parks and Rec can be prodded into half-assed mowing.  Drivers of speeding vehicles, as well as pedestrians hobbling along heaved sidewalks, routinely toss food wrappers and other trash in their wake.

A once-thriving Black community, West Oakland suffered successive refashioning by earthquake and transit infrastructure. It feels like a place that could be vibrant, but has been left to wallow glumly in lost aspirations.

Every day at Oakland Women’s CenterBW Oakland street, deep in West Oakland, I discover a new variation of the damage that poverty and discrimination have wrought on women. Childhood abuse, usually a multi-generational legacy, homelessness, inferior education, domestic violence, single motherhood, custody battles, self-medication with any drug that can be had, and monumental anger behind a façade of getting by, often with an overlay of faith in God.  I do not doubt the palliative benefits of religious faith, but I prefer to trust the goddess in the woman.

I am one of the few White women at a Center that attracts primarily Black women. I devote myself daily to understanding their painful – and sometimes joyous – realities. I help them find what they need. Often I ponder the ‘legitimacy’ of a White woman helping Black women. Given the egregious nature of their burdens, it seems necessary for willing assistants of any color to step forward. I am willing.

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March – then move your money where the power can grow

The Women’s March in Oakland was one fabulous event:  at least 60,000  – and up to 100,000  – people of all ages and ethnicities turned out to send the message: we will do what it takes to defend and advance women’s rights.  At least 1.1 million marched in California alone, and worldwide, about 5 million.

crowd-nasty-signThe economics of demonstrations are sobering.  One five-hour event can cost upward of $200,000.  Consider the hundreds of Marches on Jan 21st, and we’re talking millions of dollars to take to the streets for one day.

How do we translate that action into the nitty-gritty work?  By supporting organizations whose daily effort is to build the power of women.

Oakland Women’s Center in West Oakland, CA opened in May 2015.  165 women, mostly low-income, are now registered members.  They bring to the Center the full spectrum of issues born of poverty:  homelessness, unemployment, substance abuse, domestic abuse, trauma from dysfunctional families, lack of education, and chronic health problems. We work with each of them them to find solutions, a path forward to the lives they want.

Four to six new members register each month. The Center needs to expand service capacity. Yet, we have few assured sources of funds even to sustain the current level of operation – and not for lack of effort

It’s the eternal conundrum of non-profits in general, and women’s organizations in particular.

Can we look to the rising womanist tide to sustain the work? That’s our best-case scenario. Building a bigger network of contributors is our challenge. Who’s out there to help?

Onward…

Remediation

The massively unmet needs of poor women, particularly black women, have fueled my thinking since I began working in Africa two decades ago. In my hometown, Oakland CA, I see as little progress stanching the pain.

Over the last eighteen months, I’ve grown more intimate with the realities of the sisters’ piled-on issues. Obesity, high blood pressure, diabetes, breast cancer, addiction, abuse (historic and current), custody battles, low-wage quicksand jobs – because finishing high school never happened.

owc-logo-colorHealing the accumulated trauma requires a lot of courage. And support.

Every woman’s gotta pitch in to bring up every other woman.

Then we actually can reshape a vibrant future around what women are uniquely capable of doing. We are so much more than we’ve learned to be.

Are We (really) All in This Together?

For Americans living in poverty, the recession of 2008 never ended; it merely created a deeper, more daunting hole from which to crawl.  I’ve often seen people summon up extraordinary adaptions to relentlessly oppositional circumstances, but resilience has limits. Pressed beyond endurance, people break.

The American Dream is a lie for most people of color, particularly women. As long as their bodies are not safe from abuse and rape, as long as their social, economic, and reproductive rights are routinely ignored, how can a self-made future ever be a realistic aspiration?

Poverty has woman's faceThe damage manifests in a range of behaviors from casually walking against the red light in traffic, to eating junk food, to using addictive substances to kill the pain.

Trash piles, litter, and graffiti are the décor of their public places; they have no more investment in their neighborhoods than does the City in which they live.

About 90% women coming to Oakland Women’s Centers are black. Most of their stories are litanies of staggering insufficiencies in housing, education, job skills, health information and care – especially help to recover from depression and trauma that define their feelings of worthlessness.

Too many lack of computer fluency, much less easy access to computers. A deeply troubling number have not finished high school. Some struggle to read or to do basic math. They understand problem solving, but immediate survival needs tend to limit the horizon to today or tomorrow. Life dreams live in a dark closet of protected secrets.

Their lives are blighted by obesity, high blood pressure, diabetes, lupus, sickle cell, epilepsy, HIV, and high risk of breast cancer and maternal mortality.

We cannot build a healthy city, much less a nation or world, if we all do not engage in changing the fundamental misconception that their problems do not affect all of us.

If we ignore these women’s needs, we risk losing an important wellsprings of genius. And it’s women’s genius – our hardwired devotion to family and community – that must  ascend if the planet is to survive the 21st century.

We can tend to the recovery of the walking wounded, we can contribute a variety of resources to support that process, and some of us can fight for policy change. But government is, on balance, only reactive. Durable change begins in neighborhoods and ripples outward. If we claim to be socially conscious, we must open – wide – our minds and wallets to what is necessary and urgent action with and for all women living in poverty.

This is the mission of the Women’s Center movement. We embrace it with fierce determination – and joy. Every day brings new breakthroughs.

Join the tribe.    www.WomensCentersIntl.org