I’m excited for this weekend’s Socialist Sunday School because we are going to be talking about Radical Imagination as a tool for organizing. This topic has been rolling around in my mind for the past few weeks (months?) since I read an article by Yara Hawari for Al-Shabaka, “Reimagining Palestine After One Year of Genocide”. This article was really inspiring for me and helped me stay grounded in the principles that bring me to organizing in the first place. There was a moment of feeling left unity after Trimp’s re-election (I say Trimp rather than Trump not for any political reasons, I just think it’s funny), which quickly dissolved into the typical infighting. I was disappointed to learn that the prominent abolitionist, Mariame Kaba, is weak on the issue of Palestinian liberation. But it reminded me that what truly matters to me is to struggle alongside my neighbors, my comrades, my communities, and not to put any one person on a pedestal.
Part of me is cautious to share my vision for my personal utopia, and I think there are two main fears behind that. First is the fear that my vision is “wrong”. But a utopia is ultimately a thought experiment, and my utopia is my thought experiment. I welcome criticism, and I can measure it against my values, and decide for myself whether I should modify my utopia. The second fear– which is inherently tied up with the first– is that the vision I offer will be taken as My Prescription For Organizing. I don’t want people to think I will only work with them if our utopia is the same. That’s the opposite of how I feel! I avoid labeling myself, or my vision, as anarchist or Marxist or any particular tendency, because those labels come with so much baggage. If using a label will cut me off from an audience I want to reach, then I do not feel the need to proclaim my label.
When I think of the world I wish I lived in, there are two things most immediately relevant to my daily life. First is my struggle to get out of bed in the cold winter mornings to get to work. I wish that I could sleep in during the winter and labor for fewer hours (or even none!). I wish that the rhythms of my society were intertwined with the rhythms of the Earth and her seasons. Second is my struggle to feed myself. I am just not very good at the amount of regulation and time management needed to have two (let alone three) nutritious meals a day. My lack of time would be okay if I had more money for prepared meals, but spending “too much” money on food stresses me out. I don’t want a personal chef, though. I think we should have public dining halls where anyone can get a warm, fulfilling meal without having to worry about paying. And the options they provide should be decided democratically!
Thinking about food preparation ties very closely, for me, into thinking about housing. I’m trying to remember the longest I’ve stayed at the same address…I guess it was about 6.5 years at Hazeltine and 6.5 years at Bellerive. Seven years feels like a long time when I actually think about it, but there are people who live in the same house for decades. I spent a little over two years living alone after college, and returned to the roommate lifestyle this past summer. There are things I like about having roommates and things I hate about having roommates. There are things I like about living in a residential area, in a house with a yard and garage, and there are things I miss about living in the city. And that’s not even getting into the money. I think my utopic living situation would be in a soundproofed unit, in a large building with neighbors I interact with, with a clear conflict resolution process, reasonably close to the city center, with an acre or two for a garden and livestock….and hey, let’s put a dining hall in the building. Residents are distributed among the tasks of cleaning, cooking, building maintenance, agriculture, etc in some balance between rotation and affinity. I guess that sounds like a co-op or a commune. But I don’t want to be isolated from the world, I want to continue to be part of it!
I want to have multiple groups of friends and a firm emotional support network. I have recently realized that I am actually pretty good at finding networks and making connections. But I have struggled all my life with emotional intimacy. I intentionally put energy into developing my emotional support network, but I still find myself frequently lonely and jealous of other people in my life who seem much better at making friends. I want a network that is intergenerational and intercultural. I want to not just receive support, but give it. My favorite feeling is being trusted.
When I look around, I want to know the name and story of all the materials and objects that populate my world. I want to envision the labor that went into my desk, my computer, my jacket. I want to look at the trees, the grass, the insects, the birds, and see living history. I want to know the relationship between the ancestors of that creature and my own ancestors. When I have a meal, I want to know who grew and harvested the produce, and how they relate to our environment. I want to know what that animal ate and how it lived. I want to know the lifecycle of my local waterways, and for every river to be drinkable. I want to know the patterns of the seasons and notice when flowers bloom and leaves fall. I want to never take the last of anything. I want to cherish seeds and fur and leather and not take them for granted.
I want to become fluent in more languages, including sign languages. I want to be able to read philosophy and poetry from around the world. I want to read diaries from historical figures and imagine their life. I want a world where every culture remains vibrant and people make their own decisions about which traditions serve them and which traditions are left behind. I want to know the stories that people cling to, reinvent the stories of my ancestors, and build new stories together with my community. I want to celebrate creativity and questioning and continuing to imagine. I want people to understand how the decisions in their life are made and I want them to be genuinely heard if the decisions don’t work for them. I want everyone to learn the skills of emotional regulation and self-reflection. I want mistakes to be lessons. I want the world to be a constantly shifting mosaic. What works for one time and place does not work for every time and place.
Our world is a world of relationships, of context, of nuance. Ultimately, my radical imagination, my utopia, is that everything matters and everyone knows it.