[Dialogue] [Oe List ...] Final Meaning witness

[Judy Lindblad]

Blessings be upon you Karen!  Perhaps these times of shifted context and
reduced usual activity might afford time to consider what it would take to
rethink and update.  As Governor Cuomo called out this week "this is a
transformative experience, it is never going to be the same."  There is
going to be a new normal.
These are the times and ... it would be a big task worth doing.  Judy

On Fri, Apr 3, 2020 at 11:45 AM Karen Snyder via OE <oe at lists.wedgeblade.net>
wrote:

> The 1971 New Social Vehicle work was amazing.  77 proposals were written
> to imagine a new society. As I read proposal 2 on Final Meanings (below), I
> struggled with the language and decided to transpose it. While doing that,
> I found myself dreaming of the possibility of taking all 77 proposals and
> writing them for the next decade (I did not get to this step). Reading an
> article by Paul Mason (“The coronavirus crisis shows we need an entirely
> new economic system”) he calls for us to imagine it and make it happen.
> Rewriting the social process proposals could be a part of reimagining the
> economic, political and cultural processes for the future.  Any takers?
>
>
>
> On Apr 2, 2020, at 1:10 PM, James Wiegel via OE <oe at lists.wedgeblade.net>
> wrote:
>
> Thanks, Richard.  Dipping into the Social Change collection of the ICA
> Social Research Center, see attached Proposal 2:  Communal Wisdom:  Final
> Meanings.  -- the one referred to by Louise.
> Here it is in google:  Proposal 2 Final Meanings.pdf
> <https://drive.google.com/file/d/1rbhiXE3wqlZXXmL-i_-93uBriVycBpIL/view?usp=sharing>
>
> Proposal 2 Final Meanings.pdf
>
>
> <https://drive.google.com/file/d/1rbhiXE3wqlZXXmL-i_-93uBriVycBpIL/view?usp=sharing>
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>
> Jim Wiegel <http://partnersinparticipation.com/?page_id=123>
>
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> On Thursday, April 2, 2020, 07:54:14 AM MST, Richard Alton via OE <
> oe at lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
>
>
> I just found this piece going through my files: I was Louise Singleton and
> her late husband John's Local Church prior and later worked a decade with
> her on the ICA USA's African ICAs HIV/AIDS work. A little long for a
> witness but what happens to one who spends a month working on final
> meanings on the Southside of Chicago. Amazing what we asked of people! Dick
>
> THE GROUND SHIFTS UNDER MY FEET
>
> SOUTH HOUSE ON BLUE ISLAND AVENUE, CHICAGO
>
> I am not sure what I expected when John and I and three others from
> Montview Presbyterian Church drove to Chicago to attend the Summer Research
> Assembly at the Ecumenical Institute (EI). It was July, 1971; John and I
> left four children eleven to three in the care of the Denver Religious
> House at 1741 Gaylord Street, a big old house that was the home and office
> of those who worked for the Ecumenical Institute in Denver. John, Paul
> Hamilton and Don Elliott planned to return to Denver after a short time,
> but Freda, Don’s wife, and I intended to stay four weeks. I had never been
> to Chicago and my children would spend those four weeks in a Religious
> House. I knew essentially nothing about this organization or what I would
> be doing. What could I have been thinking?
>
> The Kent State Massacre had shocked the world on May 4, 1970. The New York
> Times began publishing the Pentagon Papers in mid-June, 1971. Protests
> against the Viet Nam War were strident. I had missed the up-endedness of
> the 60’s – the rebellion against authority, free-form lifestyle, rejection
> of materialism, and discontented individualism. I had four children in the
> 60’s and to say that I was busy, distracted, and disconnected from the
> larger world is to understate the coziness of my cocoon. I ran into Betty
> Friedan and the Feminine Mystique in 1968 when I was pregnant with Will.
> I got a glimpse of how my wife and mother role had been meticulously
> nurtured into me in my Southern upbringing. Yes, I had gone to Boston to
> business school and happily worked for Polaroid for three years, but still
> I had no idea that I would want a career, work of my own in the world. I
> did not feel much responsibility for the world beyond my family and close
> community.
>
> John and I had encountered the Ecumenical Institute at a weekend seminar
> called RS-1 – Religious Studies I. Its intention was to confront unexamined
> religious literalism with an intellectual and experiential grounding that
> had powerful ramifications for how you lived your life. The course focused
> on four major symbols of the Christian faith – God, Christ, Holy Spirit,
> and Church. It used writings of four 20th century theologians, Rudolph
> Bultman, Paul Tillich, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, and R. Richard Niebuhr to blow
> open these well worn church concepts and the words that name them, and
> ground them in ordinary human experience. It sought to demythologize them
> and re-symbolize them again. To me, who had grown up in the unquestioned
> and unquestioning environment of the southern Presbyterian Church, this was
> radical and exciting stuff. The calling was to live an intentional life of
> service – not to some reduced god, but to the whole world. This was not a
> Jesus Loves You, Y’all Come kind of theology; it was insistent demand. Stop
> worrying about yourself and your soul. Get out there and bring new life to
> the world. Live your life. I had no idea what a month in Chicago would
> bring; I was clear there was an interesting world beyond my kitchen sink,
> and my unexamined life role.
>
> We arrived in Chicago at the Ecumenical Institute offices located in an
> old seminary on West Congress Parkway in the middle of a poor black, angry,
> rioting community. We were instructed not go on the street – not because we
> might come to harm, but because there might be an incident which would
> damage EI’s work in 5th City, a community the Institute was working with
> to offer paths to change and a sense of hope where very little existed.
>
> The first shock was that those of us from Denver were split up and
> assigned to three different locations. A thousand people were expected to
> attend, so other buildings were co-opted. John and I were sent to a four
> story wooden building, an abandoned hotel with rooms around a central shaft
> on Blue Island Parkway. I have no idea where in Chicago it is because I
> only left the building to go to assemblies of the whole body once a week
> and I never walked outside the building. John was assigned to a men’s dorm
> and I was assigned to a women’s dorm on the 4th floor built around the
> four-story atrium.
>
> The building looked like a firetrap. My room containing bunk beds for six,
> opened on a hall at the top of this open shaft. I was out on the
> falling-off-the-wall back porch in tears because there was no way that a
> responsible mother of four would put herself in such danger. And I was
> beginning to understand about assignment: it equaled obedience. Charles
> Moore came along and asked what the problem was. I let him have it – the
> danger, the negligence, etc, etc. He listened quietly and said wait. In a
> few minutes he was back with a new room assignment. John and I were
> assigned together to a small room off the porch on the second floor above
> the kitchen. I learned later it was his and Pat’s room. Living in a room
> with five other women would not have been easy, but I might have been less
> lonely than returning every evening to this small room off the second floor
> porch, above the kitchen and facing the tenements behind.
>
> John stayed for a week and returned to Denver. I knew no one – no one to
> help make sense of the strange, continuously objectionable expectations in
> which the rules of engagement were different than any I had ever
> encountered. The Ecumenical Institute was a family secular order of people
> who had decided to live a life of radical service. Those who decided to
> join the Order Ecumenical lived by the ancient monastic vows of poverty,
> chastity and obedience. Poverty meant receiving a stipend equal to the
> poverty level wherever one worked. In India, that could be $10 a month.
> Some people worked outside and their income supported those who staffed the
> work of the Institute. Chastity had to do with the Kierkegaardian idea of
> willing one thing. Your life was about the immediate work and intention of
> the larger group. Obedience was about accepting assignment. These three
> disciplines – seriously observed – came to me continuously as a shock and
> an affront. And yet, all these extremely bright, well-organized, compelling
> people had agreed to live like this. And seemed to think it the most
> important thing they had every done. And the most important thing I might
> do.
>
> The task for the month was to create the New Social Vehicle. EI expected
> nothing less than to participate in transforming the world. Huge white
> banners hanging across the front of the assembly hall read,
>
> All the past belongs to all the people.
> All the wisdom belongs to all the people. All the goods belong to all the
> people.
> All the decisions belong to all the people.
>
> I wondered if this would show up in my FBI file although it seemed
> unlikely I had an FBI file. It had not been so long since the days of the
> McCarthy Hearings; I could believe association with this organization might
> be hazardous. I also felt an underlying implication that my usual role of
> wife and mother was inadequate: I needed to commit myself to renewing the
> local church and helping to re-create the institutions of society to care
> for all.
>
> The day began with Daily Office at 6 am. Wake up call was someone with a
> gong outside the door shouting Praise the Lord Christ is Risen, to which
> we were to respond, He is risen indeed as we rolled joyfully out of bed.
> I was assigned to a working group of about thirty people, which would be
> home base for the four weeks. We met morning and afternoon, breakfast,
> lunch and dinner. The Research Assembly of a thousand people gathered staff
> from all over the country and a few from overseas, plus volunteers and new
> recruits like us. The purpose of the summer’s research was to figure out
> what was needed to transform civil society and create the practical
> programs that those under assignment would implement in the coming year to
> help bring that about. During the working year those under assignment would
> apply the thinking and programmatic actions wherever they were assigned,
> and come back the next summer for another assembly to assess what worked
> and create the organization’s work for the following year. It was a kind of
> practical research. It was an astounding operation, better seen from a
> bird’s eye view than from a hard chair in a working group in the steamy
> summer heat of Chicago. My bottom developed blisters.
>
> The task for that summer assembly was to define the dynamics that occur in
> any society. It would be used as a tool for understanding and analyzing
> what the tyrannizing and collapsing social forces were in current realities
> that need to be corrected. When economic, political, and cultural dynamics
> are in balance, the New Social Vehicle could emerge. Staff had read 1000
> edge books over the last year, trying to discern what was happening in
> communities in the chaotic time of the ‘60’s and beginning of the ‘70’s.
>
> Typical of ICA methodology, the task for the third of the assembly meeting
> at South House was to define the Cultural Commonality in The Social Process
> triangles. The other two locations would describe Economic and Political
> Commonalities. Those in south House were asked to figure out what
> concretely was meant and went on in Communal Wisdom, Communal Styles and
> Communal Symbols? My working group was assigned Final Meanings under
> Communal Wisdom. This task required a great deal of brainstorming,
> discussion, and corporate writing. It is difficult to explain and define
> the very medium in which you live and operate. As someone said, does a fish
> know what water is? Corporate writing was a new experience. Three or four
> people work together to write, getting their wisdom on paper in a process
> of suggestion and negotiation which can be both long and infuriatingly
> difficult, particularly if you are defining something called Final
> Meanings. The day’s work was sent to Room E where leadership decided what
> the next step would be the following day. This was an evolving process.
>
> I was totally disconnected from home, seeming to forget my children for
> days at a time; I was trying to survive and to contribute; my days were
> contained as if on an unknown island. There were no computers, cell phones,
> newspapers or even telephones for general use. Someone reported the news of
> the day at breakfast. There was a quiet time after lunch when I took my
> journal and incense to an assigned place and thought deep thoughts. Singing
> and Psalm conversations were intended to keep spirits up and intention
> focused on the task. There were regular reporting dynamics with a weekly
> assembly of the entire gathering and some planned activities or
> “discontinuity.” Singing by the whole body when they gathered 1000 strong
> in assembly was without accompaniment – and earthmoving. The primary songs
> I remember were the hymns For I Know Whom I have Believed, Amazing Grace,
> The Lord of the Dance, and Why O Lord, Hast Thou Quite Forsaken Me, Those
> Who Wait on the Lord, and secular songs like Blue Skies and I Don’t Know
> Why I Love You Like I Do. People wrote visionary words to popular tunes
> such as On a Clear Day and the Sound of Silence.
>
> The nuts and bolts of the assembly were directed by staff and carried out
> by participants as assigned – to the kitchen, cleaning, print shop, and
> typing. John worked in the boiler room in the grungy basement. To load coal
> into the boiler, it was necessary to load it into a wheelbarrow and push
> the wheelbarrow up a six- inch plank to reach the boiler. One night on
> breakfast prep, I broke 300 eggs to prepare scrambled eggs. I was
> instructed to break them two at a time – one in each hand; breakfast prep
> was just beginning. Showers and toilet facilities were barely adequate and
> tended to verge on collapse. Documents were printed at the print shop and
> then collated by laying out stacks of each page in order and the entire
> body of people passed by in a line assembling their document – usually
> while singing.
>
> I anticipated that Bill Hudson, who had left the Order and was a minister
> at Montview Church, would arrive for the second two weeks. He had gotten me
> into this, and maybe he could help me understand why it was important for
> me to be there. I was in a school gymnasium as part of a typing crew on
> Friday night
>
> when the phone rang. I heard the person who answered say that it was too
> bad that someone had died. I found out that Bill had had a heart attack and
> died the day before. He would not be coming to Chicago, to South House.
> Bill had left the Order; people did not leave the Order. No one knew at
> that point how the Order should deal with an ex-Order member who died, so
> his death was mostly ignored: he had left the Order; he had refused to live
> his life. I am not overly given to tears, but I think that summer I cried
> about every day.
>
> I still do not know why I did not go home. I expect a few people thought
> up a good reason why they were required to be someplace else. My prior (as
> in the head of a monastery), the leader of my working group was that same
> Charles Moore who rescued us from the back porch. It is hard to describe
> Charles. Like many other people in the Order, he was a preacher who decided
> that this was a far more interesting and significant thing to do with his
> life than working in the desert of the local parish. He lived in the depth
> of the spirit – close to the Dark Night of the Soul. And he could make you
> believe you belonged there too. I could not imagine telling him this work
> was not important and I would not be part of it. That’s what a prior is:
> they keep you pointed in the direction you choose for your life, willing
> one thing and being obedient. I had chosen to be there. When Summer ’71
> ended, Paul Hamilton’s son Cap, and I drove home from Chicago to Denver. We
> talked all night, and by the time we drove in I-70 out of Limon into the
> Denver morning, I understood a lot more about what had happened to me. I
> could think about it and not just respond emotionally. I would not just go
> home, pick up my abandoned children, and return to life as usual. I
> understood that I had now assumed Care for the World – a burden that would
> never leave me.
>
> I did not join the Order, although I often thought about it. I had a
> husband with little interest and four children. And I am not sure I could
> have been sufficiently obedient, willing-one-thing, and detached from this
> world’s goods to have been a satisfactory member of the Order.
>
> Research and working in local communities was
> also changing the organization. At the 1972
> Summer Research Assembly, they emerged
> from the dark night of the soul and waltzed. I
> couldn’t believe the reports of what a fine time
> people had. The decision was also made to
> make the Turn to the World. The assessment
> was made that major change in our time would
> not happen through the local church, but through
> secular society. Soon after, the Ecumenical
> Institute became the Institute of Cultural Affairs,
> because major change in the world would come from change in the cultural
> dimension of society. Human Development Projects were born and established
> on every continent in every time zone where local people learned skills to
> “develop” their community – human devopment. As ICA worked in communities
> with every religion, the intent was not to convert people but to find the
> [image: page5image3331086800]
>
> ICA Meeting, Chicago
>
> transparent life-giving word in their religion. I particularly appreciated
> the EI/ICA intention to create and define frameworks to use in thinking
> about things. My favorite is Knowing/Doing/Being. Although I wrote many
> history exams on the economic, political, and cultural backgrounds of an
> issue, how those interacted with each other were not as clear until I
> worked with the Social Process Triangles. The Global Grid gives a new way
> to imagine the world. And of course, there is Poverty, Chastity, and
> Obedience.
>
> Over the years, I volunteered in many activities, beckoned by the
> opportunity to work with unusually committed people who could see past the
> immediacy of the moment to the possibility of actually changing the world
> to one in which people – particularly the poorest of the poor--took hold of
> what they wanted for their future and worked to make that happen. The work
> opened my life to the world.
>
> John and I were part of a “cadre” at Montview Church, one of four churches
> in the Denver/Boulder area involved in the Local Church Experiment to renew
> our churches. We were instrumental in hiring Ken Barley who with Zoe had
> just left the Order, to replace Bill Hudson. He took the leadership role in
> changing Montview from a senior ministry model to a corporate ministry
> organization. In 1976, I assisted with town meetings in the nation-wide
> Town Meeting Project. It was a massive project--at least one was organized
> in every county across the country--as a way to raise the consciousness of
> residents to the possibility of new life in their community. In 1978, I
> visited development projects in India, Malaysia. and Indonesia while we
> were on sabbatical in Oxford, glimpsing first hand for the first time the
> enormity, richness, and need of the world. I helped organize local
> development projects in Colorado to attend the Global Exhibition of
> Development Projects in Bombay in 1984, and spent about four weeks there,
> helping to set up the conference, leading a group on a field trip to
> northern India, and traveling for a week after the conference ended.
>
> The Order: Ecumenical went out of existence in 1986 and the Institute of
> Cultural Affairs (ICA) became a professional non-profit organization
> working with organizations and communities in the US and abroad. They
> developed, taught, and used facilitation and planning methods called the
> Technology of Participation or TOPTM. I joined the ICA Board in 1995,
> became president in 1998, and coordinator of the 2000 ICA International
> Conference held in Denver at Denver University, attended by 650 people,
> one-third of whom came from outside the US.
>
> Forty years ago, the Kemper Insurance Company sold their office building
> to ICA for $1.00. An eight-story building at North Sheridan Road and
> Lawrence Avenue, it is located in Uptown, north of Chicago downtown,
> between the commuter rail and Lake Michigan. Uptown is a low-income area
> with very diverse population. The Kemper Building became ICA: USA
> headquarters and a center for Uptown community services. There are ICA
> offices on the sixth floor, a conference center on the 7th floor and a
> community and guest rooms on the 8th floor. The rest of the building is
> leased to community service organizations including a health clinic,
> Chicago Social Services and various immigrant and other support services. On
> [image: page6image3331648272]
>
> Sunday music from African congregation services fill the 2nd floor.
> Particularly during the years I was on the Board, I was there frequently,
> staying in a guest room with the bathroom down the hall, eating meals in
> the dining room on the 6th floor and listening to the traffic and sirens
> that filled the night. I would fly into O’Hare, take the train to Jefferson
> and catch the Lawrence Avenue bus that stopped right on the corner of
> Sheridan. It was about a half hour ride through neighborhood after
> neighborhood, each a different nationality with its own ethnic flavor. That
> eye-opening ride was preparation for entering that building and the work
> that goes on there. For many ICA people, it is a place to return to, to see
> colleagues, work on project, maintain the archives, and touch base. It was
> a home I shared with many others. Over the last few years it is being
> turned into a green building modeling energy conservation and
> sustainability. In 2012 ICA participated in and was an organizing leader in
> Chicago’s Accelerate 77, which stands for Accelerating Green Initiatives in
> Chicago's 77 Community Areas. The building also has a new name: GreenRise
> Building Uptown.
>
> At the ICA International Conference in Denver in 2000, called the
> Millennium Connection, there was concern about the threat of HIV/AIDS to
> development in Africa. African staff were overwhelmed by their experience
> of HIV. People were dying and AIDS was decimating communities. At that
> time, the HIV rate in Zimbabwe was 26% and 16.2% in Zambia. Every family
> had at least one person sick and dying. In 2001, I joined several
> colleagues to develop and implement the African HIV/AIDS Prevention
> Initiative. That work called on everything I had learned in public health
> and years of ICA and life experience. I had the opportunity to work with
> committed colleagues in the US, Canada, and the UK, but most importantly I
> worked in Africa with African staff and on the ground with rural villagers.
> I experienced the great pleasure of working with colleagues in a common and
> significant enterprise.
>
> What had often seemed like living my life in parallel universes finally
> came together. In the previous thirty years, I had many friends and
> colleagues in Denver who knew of and worked with ICA. Denver had had a
> Religious House with ICA staff and many in Montview Church were active or
> aware of ICA. But most people in my day-to-day life were not involved. I
> often felt ICA was too strange to be understood by my “normal”
> establishment friends and family. If you hadn’t been there, how would it
> make sense? ICA always claimed that it was not dis-establishment but
> trans-establishment – between the no longer and the not yet. I felt my
> experience was far outside that of most people, hard to explain, and hard
> for friends and family to grasp.
>
> The ICA African HIV/AIDS Prevention Initiative was something everyone
> could understand and support. Without funding of Denver friends, Montview
> Church,
>
> and the sponsorship of funds from several Denver and Boulder Rotary Clubs,
> we would have had a difficult time launching the Initiative in eight
> countries in Africa. Working in eight countries was possible only because
> [image: page7image3332124816]
>
> of the network of self-governing country ICA’s with local staff trained to
> lead Human Development Projects since the early 70’s. They were local
> community revolutionaries in their countries. Assisting those staff to
> address HIV prevention and management, as an integral part of their
> development work was our goal. This would become my work for the next
> decade and beyond.
>
> ICA as an organization is working as a professional non-profit
> organization in an establishment world and it is not easy. It has not yet
> learned to be a reliable beneficiary of funding organizations. The
> commitment of those from the next generation is needed to continue vigorous
> work as those involved since the ‘70’s retire and die. It is difficult to
> inspire young people to take up poverty, chastity and obedience – but I
> know from experience that that is what will be required to move to the New
> Social Vehicle, which seems less attainable and more essential with every
> newspaper report.
>
> 2012 was the 50th anniversary of this organization. Using the social
> process triangles, it is clear that the economic process is the tyrannizing
> force with the political as ally. The cultural dimension is collapsed,
> divided into sides, each unwilling to even talk about common values – those
> final meanings. The Occupy Movement had a glimpse of this, but did not know
> how to build that new social vehicle. It is the task for the next twenty
> years to figure out how to live in community that has changed radically at
> every level—local, national and global--since 1971, but still seeks the
> same human benefits. I am one of the people who want to make that happen.
> The blessings upon my life by my work, my colleagues, and association with
> this remarkable organization – this global home – have been beyond measure.
>
> Written as part of a memoir, Between Earth and Sky, self-published in 2015
>
> ICA Global Citizen –1987
>
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