PART II - escaPING THE
FRONTLINeS
of American
fundamentalism
(2006)
When I was in my late teen/young adult years I moved hundreds of miles from my southern Ontario home and became briefly indoctrinated into an American nationalist, militant, theocratic christian community. To some this was a harmless evangelical christian ministry, to others it was a cult, to me it was a window into a growing fundamentalist movement that combines christianity and nationalism that flourishes in America today. This group I ended up in sought to "fight a culture war" in America by "raising an army of Christians" and sending them into the powerhouses of American culture including government, business, military and Hollywood. They were also interested global mission fields around the world with a special focus on "unreached" Indigenous communities.
Coming from Canada and spending two years in this remote Texas community I experienced a culture shock and I was slow to find my resistance and opposition to what I was experiencing. I experienced first hand the intoxicating power of religion, nationalism and a sense of belonging and mission; what it can do to a person, let alone an entire community of people, let alone a nation of people. This is a longer story for another time. But one thing I want to share about this experience, is that what it took for me to open my eyes was to ask myself and others difficult questions, trust my own curiosity and intuition, and to reach out to people who could speak their truth in love (i.e. willing to engage in sincere dialogue). For myself, it took returning to core principles I was raised with about loving your neighbour and the much more challenging one; loving your enemy. This I would say was helpful to separate the people I loved in Texas with the fundamentalist ideology and movement i did not, a nationalist ideology that sadly appears to flourish more than ever in America today. I am grateful to people back then, like my brother Darryl, a social worker in Chicago at the time, and the regular phone calls we had including his encouragement for me to start listening to and reading some alternative voices.
So one night I went to a book store and i stumbbled on some of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s writings. Living in the American south while reading his work would become profoundly influential! I started underlining and highlighting what I was reading. I kept a journal while I read. I was moved by letters and speeches including his Beyond Vietnam speech. And eventually I found myself in conversations about the raging wars in Iraq and Afghanistan at the time. I eventually made a few anti-Iraq war videos that I shared with my peers and even the organization leaders there in Texas - there were not a lot of fans.
When I left Texas, I began taking steps on a different path in my life. In the spirit of wanting to play a small part in building on Dr. Kings vision of a "beloved community" I also wanted to learn more about nonviolent direct action as a radical and creative response to injustice. A disclaimer, I do so with humility knowing that in my advantage and comfort I have never really had my nonviolent resistance tested in the way say Indigenous people in Canada, Black people in America or Palestinians in the Occupied territories do - still, all the more reason I found/find myself drawn to that leadership and example. To this day I still have admiration for and a calling to work alongside and support others as we seek to address through active creative nonviolence Dr. King's warning about "the triple threats of racism, militarism and poverty" in our world.
Over the last 15 years, with my own eyes, ears and camera, I have witnessed and documented first hand that brutal "triple threat" come down on communities across Turtle Island, Palestine, Israel, Northern Iraq/Kurdistan, Kenya and Zambia. I have seen this with my own eyes. I can testify to it. It cannot be unseen. I have also witnessed the power of grassroots action, radical hospitality, dialogue and diplomacy, international accompaniment and violence reduction, nonviolent direct action and decolonization. All this too cannot be unseen.
As individuals we can sometimes feel small and ineffectual. But one by one I know each of our voice matters as part of collective uprising of voices. I believe our small actions matter in the collective uprising of action for justice and peace. Together we can use our skills, our gifts, our privileges, our webs of connections, to amplify stories of justice and change and to live more deeply into right relationship with our neighbours and the planet. I do not believe any action in this direction is too small. May we continue to take courage and inspiration from peacemakers living and deceased, from Palestine and Israel to my childhood hometown in Southern Ontario on the traditional lands of Hatiwendaronk, the Haudenosaunee, and the Anishinaabe.
To meet some amazing elders, activists and peacemakers changing this world, you can watch some of the films I've made with local communities. I hope that you will be gifted and inspired to learn more about who these grassroots people are and how they are changing the world, one step at a time.
East-Texas, initiation bootcamp run with christian leaders and former US Navy Seals (2006). Event kicked off with Navy Seals entering building and firing blanks - then taking us outside for the event to begin. Boot camp activities includes constant non-stop physical, emotional and psychological challenges, night marches and one evening waking us up every 30 minutes and dunking in cold ice water.
Participants were free to leave this bootcamp but in prior months of 5am training leading up to the event we were often pressured or "strongly encouraged" under intense activities to go further and consider whether God would want us to quit. To ring out you would need to stand before everyone and ring a bell.
Me, quickly eating a cow tongue before being sent to roll down "vomit hill". On another day we were deprived food, then fed pizza, then sent back down vomit hill. Other fun events included getting shot with paintballs, sleep deprivation and regular interrogation of intentions, motives and beliefs. We slept in fields and forests at night. This initiation camp went on for I believe 93 hours.
Still in Texas, my theology/philosophy was changing especially after reading about the life and work of Dr. King and others (2007)
Protesting Wars in Afghanistan and Iraq on a 5 day visit home to Toronto 2007
Kurdistan / Northern Iraq (2010). Accompanying Christian Peacemaker Teams and Kurdish communities displaced by ongoing bombings and filming stories on mass atrocities with survivors in Halabja where an all too common story of weapons from the west were being used to slaughter Iraqi and Kurdish civilians.
Social Challenge #3 (2007)
One of a series of short anti-war videos I made in Texas to share with peers and leaders.
Treaty 6 Stoney Knoll, Saskatchewan (2014) - Two Mennonite and Cree women lead us day one of our 500KM walk to the Truth and Reconciliation event in Edmonton. Purpose of the pilgrimage walk was to listen, learn and honour the stories of Residential School Survivors and educate ourselves about church complicity with government in colonization and genocide across Turtle Island.
Completing our walk to the Edmonton TRC to listen to and honour the stories of residential school survivals and educate ourselves and church communities about the legacy of ongoing colonization and genocide in Canada. (2014)
Treaty 6 (2017-2021) Continuing the good fight (witnessing again radical hospitality and nonviolence work) for social, political, systemic and economic truth and justice across Turtle Island; continuing the learning journey with Indigenous leadership like educator Dr. Patricia Makokis, Diana Steinhauer and Vincent Steinhauer of Saddle Lake Cree Nation. Visit www.treatytalk.com to watch our films and journey work together.
PART III - FINDING RESISTANCE IN OUR BLOOD - ALEIDA VOORTMAN (1926-2023)
My grandmother Aleida passed away in December 2023. At her memorial I reflected back to a conversation I had with her fifteen years ago. It was only a few months after returning from Israel/Palestine and a few weeks after the death of my mom. I decided to sit down with my grandma Aleida to interview her about our family history. I went into the interview wanting to know more about my mom and her childhood; what really shocked me though was learning about my Grandma and her own childhood during the war. I listened to her life under occupation in the Netherlands during World War Two. These were stories I, and I think many in my family, had never heard growing up. It was in this conversation interview that I for the first time learned about Grandmas involvement in the Dutch Underground Resistance during WWII. As a young teenage girl she participated in a nonviolent resistance movement to the Nazi occupation. With her father captured and taken to prison, her siblings in hiding, Aleida literally had German soldiers occupy her family home and the dairy farm that her and her mother worked together. From this farm she fed these enemy men, all while she was sneaking out and secretly working with local churches that protected and supported fellow Dutch citizens, international allies and local Jewish members of the community. As a young teenage girl Aleida was willing to put her own life at risk for people she did not know and who might not pray or worship as she did. When I asked her where she found the courage to do what she did, she just replied with a smirk "we were young". As a young person hearing her story, I was shocked and inspired. And I am still inspired by her example today, to take action against racism, antisemitism, or bigotry of any kind. I seek to spend my life with others who want to work to undo and unlearn this in ourselves and our society. To stand up against dehumanization wherever it exists and to find creative alternatives to popular beliefs in the myth of redemptive violence.
To this day I take courage from my Grandma and from young people like Aleida in the next generation who challenge us all to be bold and to be brave. Grandma embodied the best of our spiritual traditional and what it means to truly love your neighbour and to overcome evil with good. If I have learned anything from my Grandparents generation, it is that war is hell. And that we must do everything in our power to be sowing seeds of peace now, for future generations to reap the harvest. Yes. Seeds of peace. As a final project in their 80s and their last remaining years in their home, my Grandpa John and Grandma Aleida would organize volunteers and grow a1acre large garden to provide food for those who were homeless and facing food insecurity. Committed and loving to the end. Both my Grandma and my Grandpa have been beautiful examples and role models to have in this life. My hope and prayer is that we carry some of Aleida's courage in doing what we can to be a part of ending poverty, militarism and racism, so that individually and collectively we can build a more just and peaceable world with cooperation and mutual aid.
Of course there is more to say about each of these stories, and this writing will be inadequate to capture the complexity and depth of what I wish to share, but I will leave it at that for now.
Thank-you for reading.
With deep gratitude,
BL
Aleida Speaks in this 2009 interview (2 Min Clip)