Saturday, June 10, 2017

Campaign to help house homeless vets near Temple City

Urgent: Please join us to support housing for homeless Veterans!!
When: Friday, June 16th
Time: 6:30-7:30pm
Where: 6343/6353 Rosemead Blvd, at the Golden Motel
Why? There are over 44,000 homeless individuals in Los Angeles County, including 2,700 homeless veterans. San Gabriel Valley has nearly 2,800 homeless individuals. The communities of Temple City, Rosemead, San Gabriel, Alhambra, and Arcadia do not currently have the needed resources to respond to persons who are experiencing homelessness and poverty.
We need your support for Mercy Housing’s to convert the Golden Motel into housing for 60 formerly homeless veterans and 107 individuals who have experienced homelessness.

Homes end homelessness!! We have a beautiful opportunity to turn a crime ridden motel into a beautiful symbol of how we care for those who have served our county and how we care for the vulnerable in society. Let us know if you plan to attend. Call or text Jill @ 626) 675-1316 or jill@makinghousinghappen.comThere has been an uproar in Temple City because a highly reputable affordable housing developer wants to tear down a crime-infected motel and build permanent supportive housing for vets and other. As this letter makes clear, Mercy Housing's project will be a much safer alternative to the current situation, yet hundreds of ill-informed residents are fearful and angry that their property values and their children will be threatened by the presence of formerly homeless vets and other homeless people in their neighborhood. The land is owned by the county, not Temple City, so this letter has been written to Kathryn Barger, a County Supervisor. On Friday, there will be an action at the Golden Motel led by Jill and various clergy from Temple City. We hope that vets will also show up. We need all the support we can muster for this important project to fly!

This is a letter that we've written to our County Supervisor with our talking points:
Kathryn Barger
5th District Supervisor
500 W. Temple St. Room 869
Los Angeles, CA 90012
Dear Kathryn Barger,

We urge you to support the Mercy Housing’s Golden Motel proposal to convert the 185 room motel at 6343/6353 Rosemead Blvd into permanent supportive housing for 60 formerly homeless veterans and 107 individuals who have experienced homelessness. Here’s why:

1.        Evidence-based best practices have shown that Permanent Supportive Housing is what ends homelessness. It is much better to have our homeless  residents off the streets in safe housing where they can regain gain hope and become productive citizens with meaningful work. http://www.csh.org/supportive-housing-facts/evidence/

2.        Mercy is one of most respected and largest affordable housing developers in the US with an impressive track record of transforming lives and communities. They currently manage 22,255 units at 325 properties throughout the country, serving those who earn as low as $ 12,931 a year. Their ability to house the “least of these” within a beautiful and safe environment almost seems too good to be true. See awards: https://www.mercyhousing.org/affordable-housing-development-awards?

3.        This project would be a welcome improvement from the current motel which has been identified as a problem by Temple City and the local law enforcement. Golden Motel has historically been used as a last resort for transients. There has been an average of 10 calls per month over the last five years to the County Sheriff’s Department for criminal activities which include narcotics sales, battery, public drunkenness, spousal/child/elder abuse, illegal possession of firearms and suicide attempts. The present owner does not screen those who say at the Golden Motel, but Mercy carefully screens each applicant. Some parents have been concerned about the safety of their children attending a school several blocks away. In reality there should be an outcry concerning of the present crime in this motel and a realization that Mercy’s proposal would create a much safer community.

4.        Presently only one person manages the motel. With Mercy housing, six case managers will live on site, assigned to help each resident with a specific plan to address their individual needs, and connect them with needed services such as mental health, literacy programs, job placement programs, addiction recovery, therapy, or other needed resources and programs.

5.        At this time, there are fewer than 300 units of permanent supportive housing planned in the San Gabriel Valley, less than 10% of the need. There are over 44,000 homeless individuals in Los Angeles County, including 2,700 homeless veterans. San Gabriel Valley has nearly 2,800 homeless individuals. The communities of Temple City, Rosemead, San Gabriel, Alhambra, and Arcadia do not currently have the needed resources to respond to persons who are experiencing homelessness and poverty.

6.        There has been an ill-informed opposition to this project saying that such a development would lower property value in the adjacent neighborhoods. Actually, research shows just the opposite. Please review these studies; http://www.csh.org/supportive-housing-facts/evidence/


7.        The community is also concerned about the cost to tax payers. Research shows that it cost on the average $20,000 a year to house a homeless person and $40,000 a year if they are left on the street. This seems very counterintuitive, but with the cost of police calls, hospital visits, courts and detox centers, the saving to society is quite impressive. http://www.endhomelessness.org/library/entry/permanent-supportive-housing-cost-study-map

My Journey as an Interfaith Quaker Peacemaker:

I am currently working on a book about my experiences during Ramadan over the past 16 years as a way of explaining how I became an Interfaith Quaker Peacemaker. As a first step, I put together a chronology of what I have done during this period, beginning 9/11 and ending with the election of the most Islamophobic and ignorant president in US history. I feel more than ever the need to be in solidarity with my Muslim brothers and sisters and to let others know what authentic Islam is really like. As I review the events of the past decade and a half, I marvel at how much my life has changed simply because I fasted and reached out to my Muslim neighbors, and did my best to be faithful to God's leadings. I will be posting selections from my book as it evolves. Here's an overview of this remarkable spiritual journey:


Timeline for my Journey as an Interfaith Quaker Peacemaker:

2001 – Shaken by the tragedy of 9/11, and by the US’s war-feverish response to it, I began fasting for Ramadan on November 16 to purify my mind and reach out to my Muslim neighbors. The mantra that kept going through my mind was: “Perfect love casts out fear” (1 John 4:18).Up to that time, I didn’t know any Muslims personally. So I went to the Masjid in La Mirada (near Whittier) and not only got to know my Muslim neighbors, I also got invited to the home of a prominent Muslim family for an iftar. Thus began my first friendship with a Muslim, a physician named Dr. Hassan Butt and his family. I also attended for the first time the annual convention of the Muslim Public Affairs Council (MPAC) in Long Beach. Thus began my journey as an interfaith Quaker.
2002: I began going on a regular basis to interfaith events, such as a panel discussion on immigration at Japanese Buddhist Temple in LA.
I wrote and published a pamphlet called “Islam from a Quaker Perspective,” which circulated widely among Quakers and was eventually translated into German.
In the summer of 2002 I joined the board of directors of the South Coast Ecumenical Council, thanks to my wife Kathleen Ross, a Methodist pastor. She was invited to join the Board but recommend me to take her place. This led to my involvement with SCIC, the oldest and largest interfaith council in Southern California. In 1953 the council was first established as an ecumenical council – meaning that it was an organization comprised of only churches representing the various denominations of the Christian faith. But in 2004, with a historical vote made by the community, the council changed from ecumenical one to an interfaith council. The SCIC now has an association of more than 140 faith communities and organizations, encompassing over 35 cities and serving approximately 1.8 million people. For two years I worked with its amazing executive director Jenny Wagener, John Ishvardas Abdullah (my first close Muslim friend, a Sufi), et al.

 Kathleen joined me in fasting that year and we wrote an article about it for the Methodist newspaper Circuit West. We also organized a series of luncheons at Walteria UMC Church with people from different faith traditions so we could get to know each other better.  
2003: I wrote “Hungering and Thirsting for Justice,” the story of a homeless people I encountered during Ramadan, which was published in the journal Pilgrimage: Story, Place, Spirit, Witness. I also published a book entitled Compassionate Listening and Other Writings by Gene Knudsen Hoffman, Quaker Peacemaker and Mystic.
2004: I gave a workshop on Quakers and the Interfaith Movement at the FGC gathering in Amherst, Massachusetts, and took a group of Quakers to visit the mosque there.
I met Palestinian scholar/activist Abu Nimr at Pendle Hill and told him that I intended to observe the Ramadan fast until there was peace and justice in Israel/Palestine. A few months later I went to Israel/Palestine with the Compassionate Listening Project. I took part in a peace demonstration in Tel Aviv on the first day of Ramadan and observed the fast.
2005: During the month of Ramadan, I began writing Relics of America, an apocalyptic sci fi novel with a Muslim hero. This novel possessed me over the next three years, and was mostly written during the month of Ramadan, when I felt myself identifying with Muslims.
I began attending meetings of CIRC, the Interfaith Relations Committee of a national Quaker organization called Friends General Conference (FGC). I also started attending meetings of Interfaith Communities United for Justice and Peace (ICUJP), which was founded after 9/11 with the slogan: “Religious communities must stop blessing war and violence.” Surrounded by people of faith and conscience who passionately opposed war, I felt as if I had come home.
2006:  I published an article entitled “Quakers and the Interfaith Movement” in Friends Journal. I joined the Board of SCCPWR, the local chapter of the Parliament of the World’s Religions. I also joined the board of the Quaker Universalist Fellowship (QUF) and helped to edit some of their pamphlets.
2008: Completed and self-published my novel, which features a black Muslim president, just before Obama was elected!
2008-9: I went on a cancer journey with Kathleen, and received tons of support from our interfaith friends. Among other things, she was given a beautiful silk head scarf to wear by our dear Muslim friend Sherrel Johnson. When my beloved wife died in the summer of 2009, I was invited to celebrate the first day of Ramadan with my friend Shakeel Syed, the executive director of the Shura Council of So Cal. In December I went to Parliament of World’s Religion in Melbourne, Australia, and shared my passion for interfaith peacemaking.
2010: A year after my wife passed, as I began to heal from my huge loss, I wrote “Joy of fasting,” based on a poem by Rumi, a Sufi Muslim. I continued to be very involved with interfaith work, especially ICUJP and QUF.
2011: I published Quakers and the Interfaith Movement under the auspices of QUF.
On Palm Sunday, at a peace parade, I met Jill Shook, an Evangelical Christian, and married her four months later. At first, she had concerns about my deep involvement with Islam (am I really a Christian?), but she has come to appreciate my commitment to be in solidarity with Muslims as a Christian committed to the two most imperatives of Jesus: “Love your neighbor” and “Love your enemy.”
2015: During Ramadan I attended Pacific Yearly Meeting and fasted in solidarity with California hunger strikers in solitary confinement
2016:  I wrote a “Letter to God,” about my Ramadan fast.
2017: I began Ramadan by attending a Mulsim/Jewish celebration at Barndall Park, organized by my friend Marium Mohuiddin of New Ground. I also attended the annual Jewish/Muslim Iftar at the Wilshire Jewish Temple, also organized by Newground, After 40 days, Palestinian prisoners ended their hunger strike, calling it “victorious” because they were allowed two family visits per month instead of only one. I continue to hunger and thirst for justice as well as peace in this war-torn region.

Meanwhile, Trump continues to foment Islamophobia by dissing the Mayor of London and doubling down on his calls for a “travel ban” on Muslims. I feel more strongly than ever the need to be in solidarity with my Muslim brothers and sisters. 

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

How I started fasting during Ramadan after 9/11 and what I learned

This is a reflection on Ramadan I wrote in 2002, which was published in the pamphlet "Islam from a Quaker Perspective, which was widely circulated among Friend and was even translated into German. This pamphlet was later reprinted in a more inclusive book called "Quakers and the Interfaith Movement." See https://www.createspace.com/3611010
 Fasting during Ramadan seems just as important and relevant now as it did in 2001. I stopped fasting when I turned 70 five years ago, but have felt led to fast again this year because of the tragic conflict in Gaza. I feel a need to be in solidarity with the Gazans who are fasting while being starved to death by Israelis. Their faith in God inspires and challenges me as a Christian and a Quaker. 

I pray that the cycle of violence in Israel/Palestine will end, and a just, compassionate peace will prevail. 

After the tragic events of September 11th, 2001, I felt led to undertake a spiritual discipline that would help me to deal with feelings of grief, anger, and confusion and also to discern where the Spirit was leading me during this troubled time. I decided to fast one day a week until war, or the threat of war, ended.
I chose the Muslim form of fasting—abstaining from food and drink from sunrise to sunset—because I felt it would help me to feel more solidarity with those who belong to what the Quaker writer James Michener called the “world’s most misunderstood religion.”
On the first day of my fast (Friday, November 16), I read a moving story about Ramadan in a pamphlet by Gene Hoffman, a peace activist who pioneered in “compassionate listening” work in the Middle East. During Ramadan Gene paid a visit on a poor Palestinian family who made her lunch but didn’t eat a bite of food. “Why are you doing this for me?” she asked. Their reply touched her heart and mine:  “Ramadan kareem. ‘Ramadan is generous.’”
This and other stories piqued my interest in Ramadan and those who observe it. What are Muslims really like? What can we learn from Islam that can help us in our spiritual work and in our work for peace and justice?
In 1991, during the Gulf War, I made my first serious effort to understand Islam and what is really happening in the Middle East. I incorporated Islamic texts into a world literature course I was teaching at a university. With my wife, who is a Methodist pastor, I co-taught a class on Islam using material recommended for interfaith work, such as R. Marston Spreight’s excellent introduction to Islam, God is One: the Way of Islam (Friendship Press: NY, 1989). We also studied the work of Father Elias Chacour, the Palestinian priest/peace activist who wrote Blood Brothers and We Belong to the Land. His works opened our eyes to what was happening in Israel from a Palestinian Christian perspective. I became friends with Sis Levin, who came to work for the American Friends Service Committee’s Middle East program in Pasadena, California, during this period. Sis’ husband Jerry (a Cable News bureau chief) was held hostage in Beirut in 1984. Sis wrote Beirut Diary, a compelling account of her efforts to free her husband and to learn the truth about the Middle East situation. As a result of her experiences, Sis  became an ardent peace activist and  worked tirelessly to build bridges of understanding among Christians, Jews, and Muslims. These writers helped to dispel many stereotypes and provided valuable insight.
In this age of religious conflict that threatens to engulf the world in war, I have taken to heart Gandhi’s words, which seems more important now than ever: “It is the sacred duty of every individual to have an appreciative understanding of other religions.”
From past experience studying Buddhism, I realized that it isn’t enough just to read books and study a religion. The best way to understand and appreciate a religion is to practice it, just as the best way to appreciate music is to play it—preferably in the company of other practitioners. Such practice does not require conversion, but immersion. I decided that the best way for me to understand Islam would be to observe Ramadan and to spend time with practicing Muslims.
Ramadan, I learned, is one of Islam’s most important holy days—indeed, one of its “Five Pillars,” or essential practices. During this month of observances, the Qur’an was first revealed to the Prophet Mohammed through the angel Gabriel. This event is to Muslims what the birth of Christ is to Christians—a revelation and incarnation of God’s Word (the Eternal Logos) in human history. It is a solemn as well as joyous occasion. By day, Muslims dedicate themselves to God through the discipline of fasting. By night, they celebrate the benevolence and compassion of God through special prayers and meals. Muslims are also supposed to read the entire Qur’an during this holy month and give liberally to charities.
I began my Ramadan fast on November 17, 2001. In addition to fasting,  I also made a commitment to read the entirety of Abdullah Yusuf Ali’s monumental work, The Meaning of the Holy Qur’an, which was highly recommended by Muslims.
During the weeks that followed, I visited both Shi’ite and Sunni mosques and joined in communal prayers. I also incorporated some Muslim prayers into my daily religious practice. I learned to say the opening prayer of the Qur’an in Arabic and English:

 In the name of God, the compassionate, the caring,
bi  smi llahi r-rahmani  r-rahim,
praise be to God , lord sustainer of the worlds
al-hamdu     lillahi rabbi l-’alamin
master of the day of reckoning,
maliki yawmi d-din
to you  we turn to worship
iyaka na’budu
and to you we turn in time of need
wa iyaka nasta’in
lead us on the straight road
ihdina s-sirata l-mustaqim
the road of those you have given to whom
sirata l-ladina an’amta ‘alayhim
not those with anger upon them
ghayri maghdubi ‘alayhim
not those who have gone astray.
wa la d-dalin.

This prayer sums up the essence of Islam and is to Muslims what the Lord’s prayer is to Christians. Each day I rose before dawn, prayed this and other prayers, ate breakfast, and studied the Qur’an. I prayed at least five times each day, facing north (the direction of Mecca for those in California) and bowing with forehead to the ground in the manner of Muslims.
When I told Muslims that I was observing Ramadan, they were extremely pleased and impressed. They were not only eager to discuss Islam with me, they also wanted to know more about my Quaker faith. Observing Ramadan thus became an opening for what the Quaker scholar and ecumenist Douglas Steere called “mutual irradiation”—the sharing of the “Light that enlightens all men and women” (John 1:9).
The most common reason that Muslims gave for fasting during Ramadan was that it helps us to empathize with those who are poor and don’t have enough food and water. Others spoke of self-discipline, or of  religious obligation. A Muslim physician and religious leader from Orange County, California, named Maher Hathout pointed out that the ability to fast—to delay gratification—is what distinguishes human beings from animals. It is also a test of faithfulness and integrity since only God knows if we are truly fasting, or sneaking food when no one is looking!
Many Muslims seemed surprised that a non-Muslim American had the self-discipline to fast. Sad to say, we Americans are seen as an extremely self-indulgent people, given to compulsive overeating and to equally compulsive dieting. When we diet, we generally do it for selfish reasons—to improve our health or our appearance. Fasting, on the other hand, is a discipline that helps us to become un-selfish and spiritually healthy. As the Greek Orthodox Saint John Chrysostom observed:  “Fasting is medicine” (Homilies, III. ca. 388 C.E.) Practiced with humility, fasting helps to free us of our addictive behaviors, and can deepen our connection with God and with our fellow human beings—especially with those who are poor and hungry.
I learned this lesson very keenly one afternoon when the hunger pangs became so intense, and my energy level so low, that I had to quit work at four o’clock. I walked to a nearby park to watch the sun set (which seemed to take forever).  My throat parched, and my belly rumbling, I realized that I could break my fast and end my discomfort at any time, whereas hundreds of millions of people (most of them children and mothers) don’t have this option.  That night, after my meal, I sat down and wrote checks to charitable organizations with more joy than I have ever before experienced. Fasting, I discovered, can do wonders to stimulate compassion and the urge to be charitable.
Fasting can also be a humbling experience. I was surprised to learn that most young Muslims are eager to start fasting since it is a mark of adulthood. (Children don’t have to fast, nor do the sick, pregnant or nursing women, the frail elderly, and travelers.) A charming story called Magid Fasts For Ramadan by Mary Matthews describes how an eight-year-old Muslim boy decides to fast for Ramadan because his big sister has turned twelve and has begun fasting, and he wants to be grown up like her. Because Magid’s parents say that he is too young to fast, he secretly feeds his lunch to the ducks. When his parents find out, they take their son aside and tell him that it is admirable for him to want to fast, but it’s not healthy for one so young. Besides, the father explains, Muslims must always tell the truth! The fact that many Muslim teenagers feel like Magid and take pride in fasting gave me pause. Whenever I was tempted to give up my fast, I recalled their example and said to myself, “If teens can do it, so can I!”
Muslims who were spiritually mature reminded me that fasting means abstaining not only from food and drink, but also from other habits that intrude upon our relationship with God and our fellow human beings. During Ramadan, I was told, one should abstain from backbiting, judgmentalism, and anger. This proved at times far more challenging than simply skipping lunch.
I was also told that during this holy season one’s spiritual life is supposed to be heightened. Prayers uttered during this period “count” more than prayers at any other time, and acts of kindness are supposed to carry more weight with God.

But I liked best what one Muslim mother said: “Ramadan is a time when I try to become a better person.” The practice of fasting and prayer certainly made me want to become a better person. It also made me more acutely aware of my human foibles, and of my deep need to feel connected with God and with other human beings.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Love Letter to Central Coast Quakers

This spring I felt a leading of the Spirit to visit various Quaker Meetings in my capacity as clerk of the Pacific Yearly Meeting Peace and Social Order Committee to see how our Quaker Peace Testimony is faring among them, and also to worship and connect with  Friends in various parts of California. During this era of Trumpism, it seemed more important than ever for a Quaker peace activist like myself to travel in the ministry on behalf of peace and justice and our imperiled planet.

I had intended to write a report about my visits, but after an intense night of insomnia and prayer, I realized that I didn't feel moved to write a report, but rather a love letter. Like the eighteenth century Quaker John Woolman, who wrote a journal about his life as a Friend and his travels in the ministry, I have felt a "motion of love" that could not be resisted.


Dear Central Coast Friends,

It was pure joy to visit you with my wife Jill and my 86-year-old mother-in-law Donna, who both love Montaña de Oro, a state park where a meeting for worship took place in a lovely wild flower garden with a magnificent view of the ocean. We arrived late but were able to participate in the last fifteen minutes of worship. Around twenty mostly elderly Friends, along with a few young parents, and some delightful kids took part. I don't remember much about the messages, except that either I or someone else mentioned the phrase from the Gospel: "Consider the wild flowers of the field..."

At the rise of worship, several of us went for a walk along the bluffs to the tide pools, led by the children. It was a delightful experience, one that inspired me to write light verse in the spirit and somewhat in the manner of Emily Dickinson (I had just seen a charming one-woman show about Emily Dickinson called the "Belle of Amherst."). Along the way, I also had a chance to talk with old friends. It felt good to reconnect.

The highlight of the day was a "living history program" in a 19th century farm house owned
by the Spooner family. A docent acting the part of Mrs. Spooner made history come alive as she showed us around the house and shared her life with us. I am including an excerpt from what wikipedia says about this area. However, words don't do it justice. Montaña de Oro, one of the most unbelievable beautiful places in California, if not the world. But it also has a practical story. 
The property rights for Montaña de Oro State Park land area changed hands several times after California became a territory of the United States. It was used mostly for grazing sheep until 1892, when Alden B. Spooner, Jr., leased the land he later purchased around Islay Creek. He brought in dairy cattle, hogs and other agriculture. His two sons founded the Pecho Ranch Camp; Stock Co., and built a ranch house, a complex of barns, a creamery, stables, sheds, and a waterwheel for power. On the south bluff of Spooner's Cove they utilized a warehouse with a long chute that led down to a wharf and a loading boom to service coastal steamers.

I arrived late because I was writing poem, but I caught enough of the docent's presentation to be deeply impressed. When the tour ended, I felt the urge to share the poem with the group. I didn't want to steal any thunder from the docent, but I couldn't resist this impulse. Friends were very kind and receptive. 

I had great conversations with Friends afterwards and learned that Central Coast Peace Committee is struggling. Central Coast is a small meeting, but still full of life. Being with you at Montana de Oro was an unforgettable experience not only for me, but for my wife and mother-in-law as well. We will cherish this memory forever.


Montaña de Oro 
(For Lily and Remi)

Consider Lily in this field
And Remi on this dirt road—
Skipping along, enjoying
This heavenly abode.
Montaño de Oro it’s called,
Where vistas of sea and sky
More glorious than gold
Delight the heart and eye.
The children lead us on
Where ocean’s beckoning sounds
Fill the air with a gentle roar
And flowers all abound:
Rock rose and monkeyflower,
Black sage and golden yarrow
More glorious than the famous rich
Here now and gone tomorrow.
Descending down the bluff
We reach the tidal pools
Where hermit crabs and darting fish
Have no need of rules.
Everywhere we look
We make discoveries.
Each tidal pool is filled
With perfect mysteries.
Life in sheer abundance!
Shell fish, anemones,
Wonders upon wonders,
The gifts of boundless seas.
After too short a time,
We hear an awful sound:
The voice of an adult saying,
“It’s time to turn around.”

Reluctantly we listen,
Return to family and friends.
And share this good news with them:
Miracles never end!

Love Letter to Santa Monica Friends

As I mentioned in a previous blog, I have felt "a motion of love" to travel in the ministry as clerk of Pacific Yearly Meeting's Peace and Social Order Committee and visit various meetings to see how our Quaker Peace Testimony is faring. Instead of a report, I feel moved to write love letters. I have reported not only what I observed and experienced but also provided some background about the dear Friends who have meant so much to my life.

Dear Santa Monica Friends,

I don't need to tell you how much I love you and Santa Monica Meeting. I know you feel my love and I feel yours as well. During a very difficult time of my life, when my wife Kathleen and I went on a cancer journey together, you were there for me in heart-felt and beautiful ways I will never forget. I cherish memories of my years serving your Meeting as clerk of the Peace and Social Action Committee, as well as Pastoral Care. You were the first meeting I attended nearly 30 years ago when I came to California to marry Kathleen. I loved you then and have loved you ever since.

I visited your Meeting on May 27, the first day of Ramadan, and as usual you welcomed me with open arms and hearts.

Mural at Santa Monica Meeting, where a
minute on Income Inequality was recently
approved
The worship was deep and all the messages touched my heart, not only because of what was said, but also because the  Friends who spoke were mostly old Friends and I could hear where the words were coming from: Beautiful souls that I deeply love.

The first message was from my dear friend Elizabeth Cocca, a woman in her late seventies who wears flamboyant colors and looks like an ageless hippie. I know her well because I served on her clearness committee when she applied for membership in Santa Monica Meeting. She is always upbeat and cheerful, in part because she went on a cancer journey thirty years ago and believes she beat the cancer through the power of positive thinking. She's also very creative and loves to draw and write poetry and create quirky dramas. Most memorable for me was her re-writing of the play "Hamlet" so that all the characters reconciled and lived happily ever after. She presented it at one of our Quaker gatherings, and I smile just thinking about how crazy and audacious and delightful her tragicomedy was. Pure Elizabeth Cocca!

During this meeting for worship her message was about a project she has started called a "Youniversity" to promote inner peace. Apparently, several hundred people have signed up for it. Bubbling with enthusiasm, she was thrilled to share this good news with us.

After a time of silence in which we had time to center down, Henry Yang rose and gave a quiet and thoughtful message. A father with two kids heading off to college, Henry is an oncologist who also earned a seminary degree. He choose to work in Harbor General because he prefers low-income patients--a career decision I deeply respect. When my wife and I went on our cancer journey, he invited us to dinner at his home in Palos Verde and helped us with wise and comforting words. We really appreciated his friendship and support during this hard time.

Henry's message was simple but profound. He spoke very slowly and deliberately, as I imagine a Chinese sage would speak, and this is the gist of what he said:

"As I drove here for meeting for worship this morning, I began to ponder the question: what do we mean by worship? What are we really doing? Then the answer came to me. We are celebrating the goodness of life. As I get older, I realize more and more how important it is to celebrate the goodness of life."

After this message, there was a deep, gathered silence as we reflected on the wisdom behind these words.

The next to speak was my dear friend Stan Searl, an academic with the heart of a poet, a heart of pure gold, whose temperament is the opposite of Henry's. Full of energy and enthusiasm, he speaks rapidly and with gusto. He talked about the Quaker devotional writer Tom Kelley and even read a passage from the Testament of Devotion. Reading is a "no-no" for unprogrammed and he'd probably be eldered/criticized for it in my Meeting, but as Stan would say cheerfully, "Who cares?" He read a beautiful passage, raved about it, and the whole room seemed to fill with light. It felt as if we were definitely celebrating the goodness of life!

After another long period of silence, Gail Thomas spoke. She recently moved to Santa Monica to be close to her grown up daughter, and has a background in education, especially Quaker education. She is also organizing the George Lakey workshop at her Meeting. A warm-hearted person I'm just beginning to know as a Friend, she spoke very simply to this effect:

"With so much craziness in the news, and so much suffering in the world, I can get pretty depressed. But when I come here and center down in worship, I feel peace and joy."

"Peace and joy." I resonated with these simple, beautiful words. I felt as if we were once again celebrating life's goodness.

Others spoke, including a homeless woman, but I didn't feel led to share a message. There was no need. I felt spiritually nourished by the messages of others, and by the deep, gathered silence. But during a time when we got to share joys and concerns, I rose to share my joy. As soon as I stood up, a dear friend named Debbie who hadn't noticed I was present loudly shouted out my name and everyone laughed. Debbie is a good-hearted soul who doesn't have the filters that many of us possess: she blurts out what's in her heart and mind. It's something about Debbie I totally love.

Once the laughter subsided, I spoke about attending the Ramadan celebration at Barnsdall Park two nights before, on the eve of Ramadan. I talked about what a joy it was to see young Jews and Muslims so friendly with each other, and how I am looking forward to celebrating the Jewish-Muslim Community Iftar at the Wilshire Boulevard Temple. As I spoke, I felt totally connected with Spirit and with each loving soul in the room. What a joy it is to be among Friends!

After rise of Meeting, I spent my time fellowshiping  and had an especially meaningful conversation with Stan, who was the best man at my wedding to Jill. For this occasion he wrote a visionary poem about my leaving the Westside to go to Pasadena that blew my mind. In this poem he imagined a red-tailed hawk leading Jill and me through the Arroyo to Pasadena. What makes this image so mind-blowing is that the red-tailed hawk was Jill's father's favorite animal. When he died, two red-tailed hawks circled over the memorial service in the cemetery. How did Stan come up with this image unless he was inspired by the Spirit?

I talked to Stan about my idea of writing short dramatic skits about notable Quakers to use in adult study. He loved the idea, and I suggested he would make an excellent Tom Kelley. He laughed and agreed.

After our time of fellowship, I attended a meeting of the Peace and Social Action Committee and was deeply impressed. Having been clerk of Santa Monica's PSA Committee for many years, it was gratifying to see it so thriving under Curits Raynor's excellent clerkship, with assistance from Brian Johnson, a physician who cares for the poor. (Curtis teaches ESL and his son was in my Quaker youth group many years ago.)

I was also pleased that the PSA Committee invited me to come back in September to give an adult study on how to use the FCNL and FCL-CA websites to contact our elected officials. I am eagerly looking forward to returning at that date and also three weeks from now when Santa Monica Friends host the George Lakey workshop on Income Equality and his book Viking Economics.

The main topic of this PSA meeting was whether or not Santa Monica should sign on to a statement called Facing the Challenge of Climate that was signed in 2015 by Pacific Yearly Meeting and numerous other Yearly and Monthly Meetings. Santa Monica has a commitment to sustainability, having installed solar panels and a "light scoop" over ten years ago, so there was not much question about supporting this minute. I was a little surprised that it has taken two years to consider this statement, but our Quaker process is often very slow. The only question was if the Meeting wanted to undertake two further actions in the next year in order to demonstrate its commitment to living sustainably.

This discussion confirmed for me that PYM's Ministry and Oversight's statement that "minutes of concern have not led to any action" is not accurate, since both my Meeting and Santa Monica Meeting have considered its minute of concern and are taking action. What is also clear is that change often comes very slowly. And we often need to be "on the ground" to observe it.

PSA Committee also considered how to publicize and promote the George Lakey talk. I was glad to be part of this discussion and offered to set up a Facebook event page, among other things.

Immigration was another topic that came up for discussion, inspired by the workshop led by Pedro Rios at Orange Grove a couple of weeks ago. Santa Monica Friends are exploring how to be more supportive of our undocumented neighbors. I shared with them some of the action items we listed during that workshop.

I am very happy to see the Peace and Social Action Committee thriving. It was a real joy to be part of this meeting and I look forward to my next "motion of love."

Yours in friendship and peace,


Anthony




Friday, June 2, 2017

"Hold these Truths": A Quaker Who Resisted the Japanese Internment is Now a One-Man Show at the Pasadena Playhouse

I was thrilled to learn that the Pasadena Playhouse is doing a one-man play based on the story of Gordon Hirabayashi, a Quaker who challenged the internment of Japanese Americans during WWII. The play will run from May 30-June 25.

In 1986 Hirabayashi took his case for exoneration all the way to the Supreme Court. He won, and the US government decided to give reparations to Japanese Americans who'd been interned illegally. This win for justice is a powerful story, one that we need to hear at this time when our liberties are at risk.

I plan to go to Thursday, June 22, because my friend Phil Way will be giving the after-talk. His parents ran a Quaker school in Temple City and helped the Japanese Americans in many ways during this dark period when they were being scapegoated. He has maintained a keen interest in the cause of Japanese Americans, and also of Muslim Americans who have been threatened with the same kind of xenophobia.

If you want to purchase tickets, go to http://www.pasadenaplayhouse.org/event/hold-these-truths/

These articles about Gordon Hirabyashi appeared in The Western Quaker Reader (2000), a book I edited.

The Gordon Hirabayashi Case


[Friends not only provided humanitarian assistance, they also supported the efforts of Japanese Americans and others seeking their civil and human rights. When the Civilian Exclusion Act was passed in 1942, calling for internment and relocation of the Japanese, many questioned whether the Federal Government had the right to incarcerate Japanese Americans, 70,000 of whom were US citizens.
Gordon Hirabayashi, a member of University Meeting and a Japanese-American student at the University of Washington, committed civil disobedience and refused to accept this law. When his case was appealed all the way to the Supreme Court, it ruled that the rights of citizens could be suspended in the interests of national security  (320 US 81, [1943]).
In 1986, Judge Donald Vorhees in Seattle reversed Gordon’s conviction, saying that the government withheld information form the Supreme Court. In 1988, the US government acknowledged that is policy towards Japanese Americans was misguided and a violation of civil rights. It awarded surviving internees reparations.
 In 1999, the prison camp in Arizona where Hirabayashi was jailed during the war was renamed the Gordon Hirabayashi Recreation Center.]

“Why Revive the Japanese-American Wartime Cases”                       by Gordon Hirabayashi[1]

D
uring the war years I was never referred to as a citizen.  I was always considered a “non-alien.” I was an undergraduate student at the University of Washington at the time, training for an occupational career and practicing to be a first-class citizen. As a conscientious objector and member of University Meeting in Seattle, I was not an enthusiastic supporter of our entry into war, but neither was I bent on obstructing “national security” measures.  I could not support an unwarranted violation of our constitutional guarantees.  As a result, I refused to cooperate with the Western Defense Command order.  I needed to be given more relevant reasons for my removal than the fact of my ancestry.
With the supportive counsel of Friends/friends, and the legal advice of Arthur Barnett, a member of my meeting, I reported to the FBI the day following the removal of all Japanese.  Later, a Gordon Hirabayashi Defense Committee was formed, and the legal battle for citizens’ rights began.  Without this committee, composed of Friends and a few others like them, mine would have become an obscure wartime case gathering dust in the archives.
It was not easy to secure competent legal counsel; mine was not a popular case during the war. Arthur Barnett contacted many of his colleagues, but although some were willing, their firms would not consent to their participation. We finally found an able young lawyer from a prestigious firm, but when his name and that of his firm appeared in the press following my arraignment, the Teamsters threatened to withdraw their legal work from his firm if it persisted in defending “that Jap.”  Needless to say, we had to begin a new search.  Fortunately, we were able to secure a man with a relevant background: a Republican member of the American Legion who was keenly interested in defending the Constitution.
Our court battles were neither easy nor successful.  Some funds were raised locally, but mainly they were raised with assistance from Clarence Pickett and Homer Morris, using the American Friends Service Committee mailing list and through a sympathetic foundation known to them. We did not win in the district court when the presiding judge ruled that the prevailing law was the Western Defense Command Proclamation, which in effect suspended my constitutional guarantees in spite of the fact that martial law had not been invoked.
When our appeal eventually reached the Supreme Court, we thought we would have our day in court.  Not so.  We found that the Supreme Court had gone to war, too. Instead of demanding evidence for the suspension of constitutional guarantees to citizens regardless of race, religion, creed or national origin, the Supreme Court accepted the government’s position on the word of government officials and military officers….
Although we never relinquished the hope that some day in some way the records would be corrected, my case and that of two others, Fred Korematsu and Minoru Yasui, remained dormant for more than 40 years.  In 1980-81, using the Freedom of Information Act, Peter Irons, a legal historian, was investigating the conduct of lawyers on both sides of the Japanese-American constitutional cases.  He discovered in the musty, old files of the federal archives that the Western Defense Command had on its desk FBI, Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI), and Federal Communications Commission (FCC) reports denying danger of espionage or sabotage at the very moment it was stating in its brief that the removal action was “militarily necessary.”  Western Defense Command had knowingly withheld from the Supreme Court the FBI, ONI, and FCC reservations for a mass, forced uprooting.  (During the war the government continued to use the humanitarian euphemism, “evacuation.”)
Peter Irons contacted Dale Minami, a San Francisco lawyer, and through him, some other Asian-American lawyers on the West Coast to explore the possibility of appeals.  This group of lawyers then contacted Fred Korematsu, Minoru Yasui, and me and asked if we would consider becoming petitioners through a rarely used procedure called “writ of error coram nobis.”  Although the seven-year statute of limitations had long since expired, coram nobis allows opportunity to petition for a hearing on the grounds of government misconduct. Thus, three sets of legal teams, maintaining close liaison, were established to launch simultaneous petitions for coram nobis in the respective federal district courts of San Francisco, Portland, and Seattle.  In January, 1983, a major press conference was held in San Francisco to launch the three cases, and a public education group, the Committee to Reverse the Wartime Japanese-American Cases, became busy and has remained active ever since….
Why revive Japanese-American wartime cases?  Certainly to erase the convictions recorded against me, but there is more.  As a test case, my case can help to remove the dark cloud hovering over 120,000 Japanese-Americans who were mistreated and who continue to wonder to this day about their citizenship.
When the unprecedented uprooting of U.S. citizens occurred and our people were confined to internment camps, enough safeguards and principles existed in our Constitution to have protected us.  Missing, however, was the will of the people, including the Supreme Court, to uphold constitutional guarantees.
During the war my hopes were constantly buoyed by the Friends/friends who visited me in jail, and by others who supported the G. H. Defense Committee.  These activities were definitely not popular then.  Today, citizen vigilance is expressed on many fronts, for example, Central America, remembrance of the Holocaust, the continuing problems in Southeast Asia, as well as social issues at home. My petition is another area in which such vigilance is demonstrated.
I am privileged to witness and be part of this demonstration for human rights supported by a strong citizens committee and by my legal team.  It serves us well to remember that our constitution and the increasing number of human rights laws are mere scraps of paper unless active citizen vigilance ensures they are upheld.

“Remembering Gordon Hirabayahi” by Floyd Schmoe

[Floyd Schmoe was teaching at the University of Washington when Hirabayashi and others were arrested. One of the founding members of University Friends Meeting, as well as the first executive secretary of the AFSC in Seattle, Floyd not only befriended Gordon, he ended up becoming his father-in-law. The The following oral history, taken from  interviews conducted by Rose Lewis in 1974, [2] should be read for its human interest, not for its precise historical detail.]

G
ordon Hirabayashi and some of the other students at the University decided they should do something about [the new curfew law]. They were American citizens and had certain rights, and some of them felt that some protest should be made, so Gordon decided quite early to deliberately refuse the curfew. Later he refused the evacuation and turned himself in, that is, went to the FBI and told them he was not going to conform or abide by the curfew.  We were quite well acquainted with Gordon in that group, and we supported him, as we do COs now, with affidavits or letters or whatever is needed. They threatened him, of course, told him that if he was found on the streets he would be picked up. Actually he never was picked up by the FBI or the police….He turned himself in and said that he had violated and would not comply with either order, the curfew or the evacuation order.  He was held in the county jail first, and [my daughter] Esther and the rest of the kids visited him there.  Some of the Japanese who resisted the orders, were not COs.  They were objecting on other grounds. Gordon’s objection was that this was a civil rights issue; being a citizen, his civil rights were being violated….
It was an interesting thing about his prison experience.  Because of the evacuation, and the restrictions on the West Coast, his trial in federal district court was held in Spokane. He was held in the county jail in Spokane during the trial and after the trial and his conviction.  He was there for several weeks, and a county jail is much worse than a federal prison usually, as far as living conditions are concerned.  So he objected to that and said that since he had been sentenced for a federal crime, he insisted on being sent to a federal prison; he was tired of the county jail. The local sheriff, or US Marshal perhaps it was, said, “All the federal prisons are full.  There is no place to send you.” But after several protests, he said, “There is a federal prison work camp in the mountains of Arizona.  But,” he said, “I couldn’t send you down there because I don’t have anyone free to go with you”  Gordon said, “Why not let me go on my own?  I’ll give you my word that I’ll go.” The sheriff or marshal was pretty well acquainted with Gordon by then and said, “OK, I’ll trust you.”  He gave Gordon bus fare to Phoenix, Arizona; the camp was near there.
Gordon, perhaps also to defy the evacuation order, to try it out—or perhaps just to visit on the West Coast, I don’t know—came by way of Seattle, Portland and San Francisco, which was another violation.  He was inside the restricted zone; not only that, but he thought he’d need the bus money, so he hitchhiked.  But he got down there within the time limit that they gave him, and wasn’t picked up anywhere along the road.
He spent most of a year there in the work camp. He came back to Spokane and there were a lot of Japanese in Spokane and we had a sort of center over there. We’d rented a house, a hostel for people who had gone from the West Coast and hadn’t been able to find places to live over there, and Esther helped there.  Someone asked Esther to take a truck from Bainbridge Island to the camp over at Minidoka near Twin Falls, Idaho.  She went by way of Spokane and she picked up Gordon or Gordon picked her up, I don’t know which, and they went together from Spokane. When she came back she asked Ruth and me—”What would you think if Gordon and I got married?”  We said, “Well, what do you think?” She said, “Well, we’ve decided we will.”  We liked Gordon very much, we had no serious objection, so they were married….
Before Gordon was released from the prison camp in Arizona he was drafted and refused to cooperate with the draft board, so he was tried again and convicted and sent to McNeill Island for a year.  It was while he was there that Esther gave birth to twins, and this drew a lot of publicity.  They were about a month old before she took them down for a visit and the guards at McNeill Island wouldn’t even let him touch them—he had to see them through a wire barrier.  They had pictures in the paper and a good many of these stories were friendly.  It was mentioned in Time once, and in newspapers all over the country.  A Boston daily, I’ve forgotten which one, had a front-page picture when the twins were born—a picture of Esther and the two kids.  It was a two or three column picture on the front page of one of the sections, but the headline was rather insidious.  It says “Jap Sires Twins” or something like that, but the story wasn’t bad.  Esther was with us all the time he was in prison. The babies were six to eight months old when he got out of prison.



[1] Friends Journal August 1985: 4-6. According to this article, “Gordon Hirabayashi has taught in the United States, the Middle East, and Canada, and has been emeritus professor of sociology at the University of Alberta in Edmonton, Canada, since 1983. He was a co-recipient of the 1983 Earl Warren Civil Liberties Award, and he received a Doctor of Laws, honoris causa, from Haverford College in 1984.” Gordon became a member of UFM in November 28, 1941, and transferred to Edmonton in January 13, 1961.
[2]For biographical information, see p. 92. During the course of interviewing Floyd,  Rose accumulated over 274 pages of material that is currently stored in the Quaker archives in Whittier under the title Floyd and Ruth Schmoe: Idealism, Service and Commitment in Two Quaker Lives.