The
USA
flag
lay
draped
across
the
stage
on
top
of
a
flip
chart
piece
of
paper.
The
drawing
on
the
paper
represented
a
design
of
a
traditional
organizational
chart.
Resting
on
the
flag
was
a
single
yellow
Mum.
Moments
earlier
and
for
over
an
hour
John
McKnight
held
me
spellbound
as
he
painted
a
story
of
the
need
for
people
to
associate
with
each
other.
The
call
to
give
rebirth
to
the
Republic
was,
John
asserted,
essential
and
could
not
be
done
through
hierarchical
structures.
Structures
that
support
the
will
of
one
being
imposed
on
many.
What
is
required
is
a
void
of
structure
occurrence
known
as
association,
neighborhood
gathering,
or
other
descriptive
citizen
doings.
The
message
was
driven
home
when,
for
no
earthly
reason,
the
flag
fell.
The
strength
of
the
country
was
built
on
a
republic
of
people
taking
charge.
A
rebirth
is
mandated.
Death
will
be
hastened
with
attempts
of
applying
organizational
structure
to
people
associating.
The
entire
day
was
a
fog
for
me,
I
simply
could
not
sort
out
the
actions
needed
to
go
with
the
morning
message.
I
spent
the
day
talking
to
many
peers,
wondering
the
shops
of
a
specialty
mall
and
in
general
being
incoherent.
By
the
next
day
I
was
ready
to
passively
receive
more
information
and
chose
Mark
Harris
from
the
Highlander
Center.
This
turned
out
not
to
be
a
respite
or
place
I
could
hide
but
an
activity
that
forced
me
to
ask
what
is
life
now
like
for
people
with
disabilities
and
what
is
a
better
vision.
Struck
by
the
absence
of
the
people
at
issue
I
jumped
into
a
group
of
about
five
professionals.
At
the
conclusion
of
this
session
I
felt
renewed
in
my
commitment
to
help
citizens
through
the
process
of
living
with
each
other.
I
was
still
positive
that
systems
should
be
used
as
a
resource
but
that
there
is
no
systems
fix.
What
must
be
done
is
to
spark,
were
ever
possible,
associations.
As
I
flew
out
of
Pittsburgh
in
the
snow
I
felt
that
a
piece
was
missing,
or
that
I
did
not
yet
comprehend
how
to
make
anything
happen.
I
decided
to
read
my
Utne
Reader
magazine.
Articles
about
"Green
politics"
caught
my
interest.
I
wanted
to
think
about
a
different
issue
for
a
while.
However
two
concepts
made
me
relate
to
the
three
days
in
Pittsburgh.
One
is
the
importance
of
clarity.
People
sometimes
refer
to
this
as
single
mindfulness
of
purpose.
It
is
critical
to
understand
what
areas
of
society
we
wish
to
improve
and
commit
to
actions
that
are
valid
and
loyal.
We
must
incorporate
this
commitment
into
all
areas
of
our
life.
If
preserving
the
earth
is
a
concern
then
thought
must
be
given
to
waste
reduction,
energy,
water,
food,
transportation,toxins
and
pollutants,
preservation
of
life
and
environment,
philosophy
and
neighborhood
conversations.
A
similar
list
can
easily
be
made
in
regards
to
the
concern
of
people
having
more
desirable
futures
and
valued
lives.
The
second
concept
that
held
meaning
is
"Ecofeminism".
The
term
"Ecofeminism"
was
coined
by
French
writer
Francoise
d'Eaubonne
in
1974
to
represent
women's
potential
for
bringing
about
an
ecological
revolution.
Ecofeminism
is
a
response
to
the
perception
that
both
women
and
nature
have
been
devalued
in
Western
culture
and
that
both
can
be
elevated
and
liberated
through
direct
political
action.*
Accepting
the
idea
of
people
with
disabilities
being
devalued
by
Western
culture
is
a
spiritual
one.
The
immediate
answer
is
to
use
the
service
system
in
helpful
ways,
guard
against
harmful
ways
and
build
associations
(ordinary
citizen
doings).
The
underlaying
theme
is
to
understand
that
the
spiritual
dimension
of
people
with
disabilities
having
more
desirable
futures
is
not
a
recipe
for
taking
oneself
out
of
politics.
Spirituality
must
not
be
seen
as
a
retreat
or
disengagement,
but
rather
as
an
inspiration
for
political
work.
An
interesting
notion.
That
people
with
disabilities
would
band
together
with
other
citizens
to
accomplish
an
environmental
advancement,
lobby
for
a
new
street
light
or
some
other
neighborhood
concern.
How
do
we
activate
this?
What
are
the
advantages?
How
will
people
pervert
the
concept
to
better
serve
an
empire?
What
will
I
do
today?
As
we
landed
in
Harrisburg
a
gorgeous
sunset
through
the
steam
of
Three
Mile
Island
appeared.
I
was
at
once
invigorated
and
cautioned.
I
felt
the
fog
that
lifted
revealed
some
resolve.
As
I
rejoiced
in
the
clearing
I
knew
that
more
fog
lay
ahead.
(*Taken
from
Utne
Reader
Nov./Dec.
1989
No.
36.)