I thought this was very poignant and worth being seen…
Thank you to all of you who checked in on us after hearing about the recent rains here. We are fine. The reality is that all those who died (132 now) or are homeless (over 7000) are those who lived in tin sheet shacks that simply washed away. It was just another rainy night for us, a bit harder and longer than usual perhaps, but no hurricane, no thunder and lightning, no high winds. Just rain. In our neighborhood (not the wealthiest part of town but with concrete houses) the water and mud flooded the street a bit as gutters got clogged by trash. But in city communities where people who are born into poverty live, there are no gutters or sewers so the rain instantly rises into their homes (often dirt floors to begin with). [These communities of tin shacks, maybe two rooms, 100 square feet for a family, rise up in between the median of the highway, near the trash dumps, anywhere there is un-owned land and they are there long enough to pass through generations. I frequently have to watch for parents and children from one such community trying to walk across a three-lane freeway on my way to school in the morning.] Many of those who died in the countryside live on the hillsides and eek out a living by growing food on land that is practically vertical. As a result, without tree roots and rocks on the hillsides, rains quickly turn to mud which slides down and all the houses on the hillside or those at the bottom (also tin shacks) (with people in them) simply get buried.
People wonder why God allows such tragedies to happen. But I think if God lives in us, why do we? It’s not just coincidence that only those who live in poverty suffer in rainstorms, it is systematic. And they don’t have much say in the system. While all the aide and prayers are helpful to ease suffering in some ways after the tragedy, it would seem to me that justly redistributing the land and providing equal services to all before the tragedy would make a lot more sense. Can we pray for that?
The truth is just like you know us and so instantly cared and checked on us, when you get to know those who live in such conditions, actually be in relationship with them, know their names, laugh with them, play soccer with them, listen to their stories, by sheer human nature, then you want to fight for them or sacrifice for them, even if it means giving up the excess you have. Out of all my years studying policy and theology, that is heart of what I know to be true: systemic justice and being in relationship with those in need are the root of all goodness. Today I just relearned it experientially.
Thanks for letting me vent to you a bit. It’s the only way I can make sense of the absurdity before my eyes. While so many thousands lost everything, the vast majority of the country continues to live in the same conditions, just waiting for the next big rain or winds or earthquake to devastate them or for someone to recognize they are human and deserve an education, a livable wage, a safe place to live, health care, and nutrition—all of which they would be more than willing to work for. I wonder which will come first?
In some ways I will be glad to get home and away from the absurdity of how so many have to live. In other ways, I know that in doing that I am only distancing myself from the reality of the conditions of the majority of humanity. The majority of humanity lives like this; One raincloud or heavy wind away from death or devastation. I suppose when I said “we’re fine” it depends how inclusive that “we” is.
Lisa Kelly