19th September 2021
I am sure there is a Disney-produced film somewhere that involves a tiny flame
One that is playful
That dances on the air
Oblivious of its power
Sweet, Mischievous and Dangerous
Enraptured by its own light
Self-possessed, only slightly interested in you.
As I embark on this new role of directing a philanthropic fund for children’s rights
I reflect on how I could not be more far away from that playful flame
Yet my work requires it — some connection to it at least
Where that flame once lived in my belly thriving on new learning and righteous indignation
It now burns more in my heart carefully tended to and dodging cynicism cloaked in realism.
My activist life has been in many ways about my relationship to fire
As a young Black feminist trying to understand and get to know my own fire
As youth worker, creating pyres so that that fire might grow higher in the slightly younger ones
And then tending to that flame while being so under-resourced that the pressures of idealism, poverty, and neo-liberal power threatened to drown me — I burned out at 20.
As a mother sparking and stoking that flame in my own daughter
Cognizant of the same forces that would douse her flame before it fully finds itself
As a worker
As a sister
As an elder trying to keep mine alive — even now.
The institutions we create are often about diminishing and harnessing that fire that attracts us to support young people
I fear the institutions I build will share that fate
Not out of conceit
But for fear of that fire growing out of control
For its potential to indiscriminately consume
I must admit it’s scary: watching our little hearts dancing in front of police lines, strategizing against power that has sustained itself for millennia by consuming those of us that came before them.
My commitment and responsibility now is to play with that fire
To not give in to the adultist impulses to institutionalize it
To harness and capture it — for its own good, of course
To make it useful, to industrialize it.
I commit to not be led by that fear
Instead to seek it out
To be in right relationship to it,
To dance with it
To allow it to warm all of those parts of my political spirit made cold by the practicalities of life
To be humbled by it, still mesmerized by its beauty.