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Rage to LIVE.  The Beginning.

The unanimous Declaration of the People who have been exploited, oppressed, incarcerated, adjudicated, murdered, and crippled by a global system that immortalises greed.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men and women - mothers, brothers, illegal immigrants and working class fathers, black, hispanic, asian, white, gay, straight, employed, unemployed, sick, well, homeless, orphaned, poor, and widowed alike - are created equal.  That they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights.  That whenever any economic model becomes destructive of these ends, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such a system. 

Fuck the way we build companies.

I’ve been thinking about Rage a lot recently.  About inequity.  About Injustice.  About Death and Slavery and Disease.  And about the systemic greed and fear and arrogance and ignorance that underlies it all.  About the power structures built around the world that build kingdoms on the whip-torn backs of the enslaved, trillion dollar corporations and hundred billion dollar men on the backs of the can’t-get-$15-an-hour-to-pay-the-rent backs of the oppressed.  We send the billionaires to outer space while we lock fathers up when they steal a loaf of bread to feed their family, and we treat saving lives as secondary to making a dollar.  And I admit, it makes me angry.  And I’m not alone.  Rage, it seems, is everywhere.  And if you’re not angry, you’re simply not paying attention.

The time has come to change . We can no longer allow global corporations driven by greed and stock price to hold the power of life and death.  To determine who lives and who dies.  Who has and who has not.  Who is enslaved.  And who rules.

Yea, Though I Walk Through The Valley of the Shadow of Death...

Boston. February 2015. I was twenty-seven years old. And one February morning I heard the words, “David, you have a rare and untreatable form of head and neck cancer.  We will do all we can.  But when this comes back, there won’t be much else we can do. Good Luck.” 

What do you do when you’ve been left to die?

Hundreds of thousands of Americans are left to die each year without a fighting chance.  Millions more globally.  Why is this given the vast amounts of money spent in the war on cancer?  Because the only drugs that see the light of day are the those that promise the greatest return to that supreme of American Gods - the Almighty stock market.  The stock market, like cancer, demands infinite growth.  We have given the power of life and death to something that must continue to consume to survive. We spit these out at patients on top of cut, burn, poison, fattening the pockets of incomprehensibly wealthy organisations whom we pay for the honour of suffering through a few more months with a body choked in pain - because we must, because we can still imagine hope, because we don’t have another option, because we will not go down without a fight.  But still we die. 

Greed.

The commonality among the greatest injustices of our time is the willingness to sacrifice human life and dignity for the economic gain of those with power.  It creates countless injustices the world over - from disease to mass incarceration to debt to slander to violence to poverty. People are being left to die by a system which has so entrenched its worship of Greed that we are willing to sacrifice human dignity and life at the altar of economic gain. Greed is the greatest and most devastating pandemic we have known as a human race.

No Human Being Left to Die.

No human being should be left to die, to suffer, to be forgotten. We should kneel.  All of us.  In the streets.  In the gutters.  Next to sinners, saints, mothers, brothers, illegal immigrants, and working-class fathers, black, hispanic, asian, white, gay, straight, employed, unemployed, homeless, orphaned, poor, and widowed alike who spit and cough and sputter, who breathe their last, gasping, “I can’t breathe.  I can’t breathe.  Have mercy.  Have mercy.  Have mercy.”  We should kneel to look them in the eyes, to lift them from beneath that which seeks to steal from them - every child whose lungs have been riddled and choked with cancer, every woman and man who has been trapped and suffocated by abuse, every victim of slavery who can see no path to freedom, every victim of racism and violence whose life has been unjustly taken away, every victim of greed whose life was deemed “not easy or profitable enough” to save.  We must fight for those who cannot fight for themselves, must shout for those who have no voice. 

And yet, we leave them to die when we stand by, stand fast. When we succumb to the apathy and complicit collusion that marks each of us every time we look away. When we give in to the fear and knowledge that it is often a dangerous and unpopular thing to speak the unbecoming truth to power out loud. To go toe to toe.  And so, confronted with the seeming inevitability of our collective experiences of death, of injustice, of systemic oppression, frightened or lulled into silence, we simmer, all of us, with anger.  With Rage.  With Righteous, justified, mature, “what the actual fuck” Rage.

Rage is not enough.

But Rage is not enough.  Anger will only destroy unless it is harnessed into real, sustained, difficult, costly action.  Real anger is marked by real cost.  Rage cannot remain “Rage at”.  It must become “Rage for”. “Rage to.” Rage coupled with audacious and fearless endeavour to change the order of things, to self-examine, to set the world on fire. Rage that leads to redemption.  To radical mercy.  To forgiveness.  To rehabilitation.  To revolution.  To reconciliation.  We have, often, it seems, lost our capacity to dream, to imagine freedom, to conceive of a reality or a structure or system that is not some version of what we already know.  We think in terms of reform, not revolution, and thereby allow ourselves to be seduced into reticent resignation or complicit collusion with an unjust law or status quo. We look away because we cannot look at injustice anymore and see little hope of tyranny conquered.  We look away.  But we mustn’t.  We must not give in without a fight. 

In John Steinbeck’s, East of Eden, he writes, “Surely most of us are destroyed, but there are others who, like pillars of fire, guide frightened men through the darkness.  Thou mayest!  Thou mayest!” And it was Catharine of Siena who wrote, “Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.” Those brave enough to rail and rage and fight against systemic injustices have defined the human story for as long as we have told and had stories to tell.  “Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.”

FUCK Greed.

No human being left to die.  That is the vision of Rage to LIVE.  You see, I don’t think a billion dollars is all that cool.  Fuck a billion dollars. I think a billion lives is, though.  A billion lives saved. Yes, Billion.  With a “B”.  Capital “B”.  Lives.  Not Dollars.  That’s the Vision.  To go to the PEOPLE being left to suffer and to die.  Even if no one else will.  Even when the whole world says it can’t be done.  We will go there - not in spite of, but precisely because others say “You can’t do that.”  And then we will fight on.  Disease.  Slavery.  Poverty.  Violence.  We will work with others ideally, alone if we must, to fight against all of it.  It is all fundamentally and systematically connected.  And to change forever, you must change from the inside out, and you must change from below, from the least of these. 

I have wept tears not of salt and water but of blood and fire; I have known that to speak the truth and fight against injustice is often to be alone; and I have embraced that.  I know now, that dying and living well is a willful act of trust, a final yes in the face of overwhelming negation, haunting hesitation, crippling capitulation.  That most of us are afraid.  That most of all, we are at war with ourselves. That demons of doubt and ghosts of cynicism crouch always to steal our faith, cripple our lives, and doubt ourselves. Stand for something.  Even if it costs you everything.  Like so many others who have stood up to power, I have been hated, cursed, cussed, and betrayed.  Falsely accused.  Falsely slandered.  Told that I didn’t belong. “You can’t do that.”

Watch Me.

For I have also witnessed repeatedly that I am not alone.  That speaking the truth and rallying around justice, equality, and freedom is never to be alone, as much as power may want us to believe that.  Truth brings freedom, it brings redemption, it brings LIFE.  And it rallies PEOPLE together to fight - who believe that God is in the darkness, among the least and the lowest and the forgotten, that they may be remembered, that they may be uplifted, that they may LIVE. Whatever it costs.

The Last Wish of a Dying Man.

I knew a man once who took a bullet so I didn't have to. He was an outlaw and an outcast. A beggar and a  bastard. He had crossed the border and had been on the run since. Hated. Cursed. Parched. Betrayed. I met him in the street. The dirt. He didn't ask me what I had done. But rather was I hungry? Thirsty? In pain? He only had a little bit of bread and a bottle of water someone else had given him.  But he gave them to me. He knelt and saw me when no one else did. My enemies found me that day also. "He deserves to die," they said as they pointed a bony finger at me. "Don't we all," he replied. He looked me in the eyes and said to me, "What I am about to do for you, go and do for others." Then he stepped in front and took the bullet.

I LIVE now. With a power on an edge where haunting ghosts nor condemning demons can follow, succored by an abiding conviction that This. Is. Our. Place. To Stand. Come Hell or High Water. 

Carve Our Name On Lives.  Not on Buildings.

My son, but months old, lies asleep as I write this.  And I wonder - what world will he inherit?  What shall be his fate? God help me, it will be better than this. I have no idea whether I have 5 years left to live or 50.  But I’ve set out with a group of people - to build something that will outlive me.  So that when he asks one day, “What type of man was my father?  What did he do with his hands?” He will have no reason to be ashamed.

I lay my life down for you and for others, my son.  That you might know the marrow-deep roar that comes from a Father’s love.  And because a man once did that for me. So when they ask you why we do this, look them in the eye and say without blushing: because it was the last wish of a dying man.  That greed shall have no more dominion. And that we will carve his names on lives, not on buildings.

What do you do when you’ve been left to die? You die of nothing but a Rage to LIVE.

Join the Fight.