authored by GELT-er Ayoola White

Green Economy Leadership Training (GELT) has been filled with varied challenges. One day we’re constructing raised beds out of wood reclaimed from abandoned houses. The next, we’ll discuss applications of permaculture and the dangers of nuclear power. Since we are constantly defining and redefining our goals as a group, our activities tend to be hectic. Last Friday afternoon, we took on yet another challenge: canvassing residents to find candidates for free home energy improvements.

Hitherto that sweltering afternoon our primary interaction with the Highland Park community involved people from the neighborhood coming to us. Kids helped us pull weeds and remove bushes. Adults sat in on classes, sometimes, or walked around, carefully observing our work. Friday was the first day that we, the participants of GELT, collectively went to meet the people we’ve been working to serve. Armed with clipboards, sign-up sheets, and flyers, we fanned out.

Upon reaching the first household in my assigned turf, the southernmost region of Highland Park, I was stunned to discover that the words I had so smoothly recited that morning were not so smooth anymore. It was as though I suddenly had no clue what I was doing anymore. Luckily, my inner nervousness and confusion didn’t flow outward enough to repel absolutely everyone, and I was able to gather a few signatures in the first hour or so. I eventually tweaked my spiel to something that was comfortable for me to remember. But still, in the journey between each door, I kept scrutinizing my tactics. Am I talking too fast? The way I stammer is so embarrassing! Am I saying too much? Did I forget to say ‘thank you’ to that last lady? Is there something in my teeth?

Even when I was able to overcome self-consciousness, though, I felt that there was a moderate disconnect between me and the people I visited. Thankfully, most were friendly, and no one slammed a door in my face, but the people appeared wary of me sometimes. Given my unfamiliar face and the clipboard I was carrying, perhaps I was mistaken for a census worker or a salesperson before I opened my mouth to speak. Some were incredulous that the home energy visit I was describing was free. Others seemed suspicious of me, and they asked me where I was from and whether I worked for a utility company and was trying to get them to switch their service. It was as though there were walls of thick glass separating us, sometimes, making communication challenging.

In addition to reflecting on my own actions those of others, I was also mindful of my physical surroundings. My canvassing partner and I covered a total of three streets in that afternoon. Each street had its own character, its own look. One street was filled with lovely houses and breathtaking gardens, but there weren’t that many people outside enjoying them. The next had houses that were shabbier, but more people were congregating and conversing on porches. The last one was a mix of the two. What a contrast from my neighborhood, where every house, every street is a copy of all the others.

Despite the many abandoned and decrepit houses I saw everywhere, I noticed that immense vibrancy existed among the pockets of squalor. People were walking around, greeting their neighbors. Kids played together and adults watched out for them. What’s more, there were plants growing EVERYWHERE. Lawns, left untamed, exploded with greenery. Leaves and vines grew out of stairs and floorboards. It’s as if millions of sinewy green hands are emerging from the ground to pull the houses into the earth. How ironic it is that places like Highland Park are often thought of as sites of urban decay, when so much growth is taking place.

Since our goal in GELT is community building, not gentrification, it is vital to tap into the positivity that already exists here, rather than assuming that we have all the answers and that we’re here to rescue the weak and the downtrodden. On Friday, we GELT-ers made connections through our canvassing work that I hope will evolve into a strong network of people who will shape their neighborhoods into comfortable, sustainable living spaces. Together, we’ve already gathered about 50 signatures from people who want to make their homes more energy efficient. From here, our impact shall grow.

Authored by Monika Kothari: Her 2nd installment during the GELT

The USSF has a list of “principles”  at the beginning of its program that almost nobody reads. I didn’t even know that these existed until a woman in one of my workshops began quoting from it (and was met with looks of confusion). To me, this fact alone, the fact that few people read these principles or even know that they existed, inherently means that not everyone—perhaps not even a majority—agree with and adhere to them. Actually, I found that one of the clearest underlying problems of the USSF is the lack of vision, unity, and shared goals. The forum succeeded in bringing together people of diverse backgrounds, and with diverse agendas, into the same space in time…but more often than not, failed at allowing these interest groups to confront and interact with each other in a meaningful and productive way. Even with all of these thousands of socially conscious people on the same plane, it is virtually impossible to make important breakthroughs as the “artists,” “feminists,” “environmentalists,” “socialists,” and “anti-Zionist Jews” section themselves off. More than that, there is an overwhelming sense of personal isolation and aloneness, both physically and mentally. Some people withdraw from the massive crowds, while others become so tightly wrapped in the cocoons of their organizations, logos, t-shirts, causes, and identities that the human beings disappear behind all the politics. Many of us found ourselves confused, disoriented, and frustrated, and in those moments of mental exhaustion, felt incredibly alone, removed, and isolated.

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That’s the question we asked earlier this week when discussing who should research possible alternatives to the high-voltage transmission line slated to cut through the neighborhood we work in.

Transmission lines are necessary, you may say. For the most part I agree. There have been a few brown-outs in South Minneapolis, and the utility claims there is a significant shortage. (Although no independent studies have confirmed this) It’s true: we need to get energy from where it’s captured to where it’s needed.

What I’m thinking about this summer is: What if neighborhoods could produce, consume and manage their own energy, and grow to be independent of private and public utilities who often ignore their needs and experiences? There has has been little to no consultation of the people who live in this mid- to low-income, diverse neighborhood.

Why aren’t new highways, transmission lines, railways,  power plants planned in Mac Groveland? Northwest Portland? Why are they in South Minneapolis, in Vanport? I won’t go too far into the environmental justice implications here.

An example of high-voltage transmission lines

Some of us attended a meeting about the possible alternatives that included state representatives, non-profits, state university researchers, community groups etc. At the end of the day, none of the well-established entities would accept the task to research alternatives. The funding has been unalotted for the research, and no one will accept the project A) because there is no money for it, and B) pitting oneself against one of the largest private utilities is (“potentially”) political suicide.

Who better to take on the project than a bunch of enthusiastic, naive college students? Exactly.

In this case, (and perhaps others too) youth is an asset. Keep you posted.