I am tired of the media implying that all of the people of color who are endorsing Marty Walsh are "old school Boston" and that John Connolly is getting the "new" “diverse” Boston. I resent that the voices of lots of grassroots folks, like me, and many others are being discounted. I grew up in Roxbury and I live in Dorchester. I love this city and I know that we have a long way to go until we are One Boston. In the first round I was with John Barros, but when he lost – I had to decided which of the two remaining candidates would best support my hope for Boston.
After the election I talked to colleagues and we decided that in this round we wanted to come together. We were mostly in our 30s and 40s and we work on issues from affordable housing to immigration to youth development. We represented Black, Latino and Asian communities from around the City. We are proud that Boston is a predominently people of color city, but we know that those numbers will mean nothing if different communities of color cannot unify to stand on the issues that are affecting us. Some wanted to just focus on issues and others wanted to make a collective endorsement. We created a process to do both.
First we looked at the previous questionnaires that they had submitted to the NAACP, Oiste! and Right to the City. Those were great but didn’t give enough detail. So we asked both of them to submit their plans for the 1st 100 days, 1 year and 4 years of their administration. We asked for concrete measurable outcomes by which we could evaluate them. We called a meeting to look at those plans and decide which was stronger.
In the end Marty Walsh’s plan scored higher because he got more specific. They only had 4 days to turn these around, so we didn’t expect them to be perfect, but we wanted to see them make some concrete commitments. We questioned whether Walsh could complete all of the things he talked about, but we thought that was better than Connolly who talked in broad terms about his vision rather than saying what he would specifically get done. I suspect the difference was because Connolly’s piece seemed to be compiled by cutting and pasting things from previous writings. I later heard that Marty reached out to leaders of color like John Barros and Linda Dorcena-Forry to get their perspective. Connolly talked a lot about reaching out in his submission, but Marty did it to create his submission and it made a difference in the quality of his answers.
After we scored their plans, we looked at their track record. We had tried to create a list of their voting record in advance of the meeting, but getting info on City Council votes was challenging. So we decided to go with the wisdom in the room. I knew that there would be people who had worked with both candidates on a number of different issues. So we posted up two pieces of butcher paper for each candidate. One sheet was for posting positive positions and good working experiences and the other sheet was for negative positions or negative working experiences.
Each leader focused on the issues that mattered to them the most so we had a diversity of things on the papers. A picture was worth a thousand words. Folks had a series of concerns with Connolly’s stance on issues and the way that he worked with people – in particular they were concerned about the way he had handled education issues and particularly the school assignment process. On the flip side people pointed to positive stances Walsh took on issues like CORI, immigration and recovery services. The one key concern with Walsh was whether he would be too defferintial to the unions.
Based on his plan and record people were leaning Walsh but could not move forward without hearing from him directly. So the group met with Marty and challenged him around our union concerns. He apologized for the impact that racism in the unions has had on communities of color. He also talked about what he has done in the past two years (that is how long he has been leading the building trades) to try to shift the culture in the unions and make more space for women and people of color. He went on to talk about housing affordability and other issues that were important to him. By the end of the conversation our group felt like he understood where we were coming from and that he was willing to work with us not just to get elected but to continue the dialogue after he got into office.
So if you want the process in a nutshell – Walsh put time into the details on his questionnaire and Connolly only shared a broad vision, which is not what we asked for. When we looked at their records, folks seemed to agree that Connolly says the right things but felt that he didn’t always take a stand in the end. Marty is less eloquent, but he has been willing to take a stand on the key issues.
We backed Marty based on his platform and his record and his willingness to work with us. I need to be clear – I am not hating on anyone who is supporting Connolly – if the group had collectively chosen him then that is who I would have been backing. But I am proud to have been part of a process where people came together and made a choice collectively based not on what was good for us individually, but what we thought would be best for our collective communities.
If I had my choice of who I really want to lead our city I would choose Jesus Christ. Ghandi would be a great backup and I would love to see Cesar Chavez or Michelle Obama run our city. But since none of them are on the ballot, I have to choose the person who I think has the best chance of moving this city forward. I don’t care about who has the slicker ads who the more polished accent, I have already learned that those things mean little.
I AM NEW BOSTON - AND I AM SUPPORTING MARTY WALSH.
This blog is about one Black woman trying to find her way within the world on a quest to build and support social movements. It is about me sharing both my learnings and questions as I travel the world and work to build community in my own backyard. It is about the hip hop loving, always down to run, green thumb, diva dancer, preacher that I am. It is about my quest to be healthy in mind and body. If that sounds like a lot - then I guess it sounds like me.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Connolly - Please honor the teacher code
Like many Bostonians I was watching the mayoral debate last night. There were lots of issues discussed and at the end of the day I am not sure who really won. However, there is something that happened last night that I was still thinking about this morning. I started a blog about the crisis in DC, but this issue was more pressing to me.
So I want to start by being transparent. I have decided to support Marty Walsh in this final round for mayor. Because I knew that might make me biased, I almost didn’t write this blog, but I have to speak my heart.
For the majority of this race John Connolly has been talking about his experience as a teacher. Within the teacher and youthwork sector there is some controversy about that because he only spent 18 months in the classroom; but I am not going to wade into that debate.
I take Connolly at his word that he became invested in the youth that he worked with and that he, like many teachers and youthworkers, wanted to see his students succeed. However, last night I was really disturbed by the fact that in the middle of his talk about education he cited the first and last name of a student who dropped out of school and had a child as a teenager.
I was shocked that he had named this young person. I imagined what that young man would think if he was watching that show. How his family would feel if they happened to be tuned in? Then I wondered what it would have been like to have my own life story reduced to a political point for a bunch of people who don’t know me.
The reality is that this was just an obvious case where a politician had crossed the line. Yet everyday our young people get reduced to statistics. A blip on someone’s graph or a data point lost within someone’s analysis. The poorer you are, the black you are, the less “educated” you are, the more it becomes okay for people to reduce you to a caricature.
The other day I had to sit down with a young man who has gone from being a superstar to unraveling before my eyes. He has been through so much in his life, but for months I watched him be fueled to excellence by the thought of overcoming what people thought of him. Then a month ago I saw his world start to come crashing down. We talked about how there were two versions of him in a struggle to see which one would win out. He looked me in the face and said, “What if the bad side is who I really am.”
The reality is that so many of our young people have given up any hope that they can be more. They see that so many people have written them off and they figure that so many people can’t be wrong. As a youthworker, a minister and a person who believes in transformation, I always hold out hope that even in the darkest of places that young people can be transformed. That God’s plans are always better than my own and that until we are stone cold in the grave, that our story isn’t over.
I have long ago come to realize that I can’t “save” everyone. I have seen young people laid in the ground before they realized their potential. And yet, I will never reduce any of my youth to their mistakes. I will honor their lives, keep their confidence and hold out hope that the best is yet to come. That is what it means to be a youthworker or a teacher. I ask that if Mr. Connolly is going to call himself one of us, that he hold to this sacred code.
So I want to start by being transparent. I have decided to support Marty Walsh in this final round for mayor. Because I knew that might make me biased, I almost didn’t write this blog, but I have to speak my heart.
For the majority of this race John Connolly has been talking about his experience as a teacher. Within the teacher and youthwork sector there is some controversy about that because he only spent 18 months in the classroom; but I am not going to wade into that debate.
I take Connolly at his word that he became invested in the youth that he worked with and that he, like many teachers and youthworkers, wanted to see his students succeed. However, last night I was really disturbed by the fact that in the middle of his talk about education he cited the first and last name of a student who dropped out of school and had a child as a teenager.
I was shocked that he had named this young person. I imagined what that young man would think if he was watching that show. How his family would feel if they happened to be tuned in? Then I wondered what it would have been like to have my own life story reduced to a political point for a bunch of people who don’t know me.
The reality is that this was just an obvious case where a politician had crossed the line. Yet everyday our young people get reduced to statistics. A blip on someone’s graph or a data point lost within someone’s analysis. The poorer you are, the black you are, the less “educated” you are, the more it becomes okay for people to reduce you to a caricature.
The other day I had to sit down with a young man who has gone from being a superstar to unraveling before my eyes. He has been through so much in his life, but for months I watched him be fueled to excellence by the thought of overcoming what people thought of him. Then a month ago I saw his world start to come crashing down. We talked about how there were two versions of him in a struggle to see which one would win out. He looked me in the face and said, “What if the bad side is who I really am.”
The reality is that so many of our young people have given up any hope that they can be more. They see that so many people have written them off and they figure that so many people can’t be wrong. As a youthworker, a minister and a person who believes in transformation, I always hold out hope that even in the darkest of places that young people can be transformed. That God’s plans are always better than my own and that until we are stone cold in the grave, that our story isn’t over.
I have long ago come to realize that I can’t “save” everyone. I have seen young people laid in the ground before they realized their potential. And yet, I will never reduce any of my youth to their mistakes. I will honor their lives, keep their confidence and hold out hope that the best is yet to come. That is what it means to be a youthworker or a teacher. I ask that if Mr. Connolly is going to call himself one of us, that he hold to this sacred code.
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