March 31st, 1987. I was preparing to leave for my Great Lakes Bicycle Ride. I was about to depart on a ride of over 4,280 miles to let people around the Great Lakes know about cheap and simple things they could do to protect the Earth, water and air quality. I left armed with dozens of solutions to everyday problems and was constantly sharing techniques designed to increase efficiency, cut the cost of living and add to quality of life, while encouraging those living in the region to live more lightly on the planet.
These things have not changed. I continue on that path, although the ride took place over two and a half months, (80 days to be exact) my effort to improve the lives and environmental quality of this refion has continued for nearly three decades. Each year I take stock of the tools and techniques that are available to me and redouble my efforts to share important information with others about possible ways forward. From my posts and blogs as Saladman at Paganspace.net, sharing with over 50,000 pagans, to my wordpress blog, Permaculture, ECO-Ethics, Trees...from this blog, to the other blogger dot com blog that I write as: ECO-Tours of Wisconsin Inc. the messages are always the same. We can and often do better with less. The most valuable and revered things in life are not things, they are relationships.
If I had not grown up in poverty, perhaps I would not know about the real costs of anything. I probably would not understand the real value of anything either. The tenacity that difficulties and hardship can instill in people may be worth it in the end, but living through absence and lack is not as much fun as one might imagine. We live in a nation that continues to blame the victims of poverty, even though it is not their fault that they are poor. Demagogues frequently portray minorities as the problem because it is easier than solving the very real issues that we face. It seems that at every turn, there are faceless corporate interests that are intent on picking our pockets, however, these actions don't capture the press or attention of the masses. The high cost of advertising assures that money saving ideas rarely make it into the public eye. Unless you have to spend a large amount to save a small amount, then, you will not see the ads.
It has been nearly thirty years since that fateful day. The day I struck out, into the relative unknown. The years of study about the Great Lakes Region familiarized me with the geology, hydrology, forests and agricultural practices across the region. I had ample knowledge about the roads and cities that I would be seeing along the route. My focus, with a little help from Citizens for a Better Environment and Pollution Probe on ecological mayhem that followed in the wake of industrialization made me acutely aware of the types of hazards that we face from unbridled capitalism and in my heart of hearts I believed that when people heard the truth about how to live better for less, they would respond.
Many did and still do respond with deep respect and appreciation, most do understand that even tiny improvements, multiplied by millions of individual decisions can yield huge results, however, what we often lack is the motivation to make those decisions. This is where my life history figures so greatly into the perspectives I bring to my work. It has only been the last decade or so that the majority of people are beginning to realize that punishing the poor, although it is extremely easy because they rarely stand up for themselves, has been at the heart of the Republican revolution for decades. Shaming those who believe, either that they are worthy of more than they are getting or that they are contributing to the greater good through their personal sacrifices has become a way of life that is supported at every level by the oligarchy.
In my own experience, the ridicule and hate that was heaped upon me in the form of bullying was most often because my pants had holes, or my shirts were out of style, my holey shoes or long hair. All of which were the result of the triple-edged sword that was cutting into the heart of our family. Poverty, misogyny and corporate welfare tripled the odds against us and most other families headed by single mothers. Luckily, my mom took the time to teach my sister and I that we are worthwhile individuals and that no bully can take away our self respect...that is something we have to abandon for our selves. My father, who became a millionaire, probably several times over, had a commitment to our family (his two children) of $82.50 per month. Knowing that my worth, as calculated by the courts, was $41.25 per month, both confused and appalled me. Money, and my fathers own infatuation with it made him blind to our poverty. To keep our family together, and alive, my mom went to college to attempt to get us out of poverty, but as her income grew, costs stripped her gains away almost as soon as they accrued.
Giving to others has been a way of life in most of our family for generations. In spite of the ridicule, the hate and outward signs that we continue to get that we should be more ruthless, more authoritarian and more greedy, evidence to the contrary continues to mount. Just as I saw as a child, bullies don't care about anything but distracting themselves from the pain they are feeling inside. This is a fact of life. The only way forward, that I can see, is to confront bullying, power and control issues and misogyny, every single time we see it, in the most straight forward manner possible. These are the social aspects of environmentalism. I will continue to work for the betterment of all in whatever capacity I can. My current run for the U.S. house of Representatives from Wisconsin's 8th District, is a continuation of my life long effort to heal the rift between humankind and nature. We can do these things...we have the tools and technologies at our disposal, what we often lack is the will.
These things have not changed. I continue on that path, although the ride took place over two and a half months, (80 days to be exact) my effort to improve the lives and environmental quality of this refion has continued for nearly three decades. Each year I take stock of the tools and techniques that are available to me and redouble my efforts to share important information with others about possible ways forward. From my posts and blogs as Saladman at Paganspace.net, sharing with over 50,000 pagans, to my wordpress blog, Permaculture, ECO-Ethics, Trees...from this blog, to the other blogger dot com blog that I write as: ECO-Tours of Wisconsin Inc. the messages are always the same. We can and often do better with less. The most valuable and revered things in life are not things, they are relationships.
If I had not grown up in poverty, perhaps I would not know about the real costs of anything. I probably would not understand the real value of anything either. The tenacity that difficulties and hardship can instill in people may be worth it in the end, but living through absence and lack is not as much fun as one might imagine. We live in a nation that continues to blame the victims of poverty, even though it is not their fault that they are poor. Demagogues frequently portray minorities as the problem because it is easier than solving the very real issues that we face. It seems that at every turn, there are faceless corporate interests that are intent on picking our pockets, however, these actions don't capture the press or attention of the masses. The high cost of advertising assures that money saving ideas rarely make it into the public eye. Unless you have to spend a large amount to save a small amount, then, you will not see the ads.
It has been nearly thirty years since that fateful day. The day I struck out, into the relative unknown. The years of study about the Great Lakes Region familiarized me with the geology, hydrology, forests and agricultural practices across the region. I had ample knowledge about the roads and cities that I would be seeing along the route. My focus, with a little help from Citizens for a Better Environment and Pollution Probe on ecological mayhem that followed in the wake of industrialization made me acutely aware of the types of hazards that we face from unbridled capitalism and in my heart of hearts I believed that when people heard the truth about how to live better for less, they would respond.
Many did and still do respond with deep respect and appreciation, most do understand that even tiny improvements, multiplied by millions of individual decisions can yield huge results, however, what we often lack is the motivation to make those decisions. This is where my life history figures so greatly into the perspectives I bring to my work. It has only been the last decade or so that the majority of people are beginning to realize that punishing the poor, although it is extremely easy because they rarely stand up for themselves, has been at the heart of the Republican revolution for decades. Shaming those who believe, either that they are worthy of more than they are getting or that they are contributing to the greater good through their personal sacrifices has become a way of life that is supported at every level by the oligarchy.
In my own experience, the ridicule and hate that was heaped upon me in the form of bullying was most often because my pants had holes, or my shirts were out of style, my holey shoes or long hair. All of which were the result of the triple-edged sword that was cutting into the heart of our family. Poverty, misogyny and corporate welfare tripled the odds against us and most other families headed by single mothers. Luckily, my mom took the time to teach my sister and I that we are worthwhile individuals and that no bully can take away our self respect...that is something we have to abandon for our selves. My father, who became a millionaire, probably several times over, had a commitment to our family (his two children) of $82.50 per month. Knowing that my worth, as calculated by the courts, was $41.25 per month, both confused and appalled me. Money, and my fathers own infatuation with it made him blind to our poverty. To keep our family together, and alive, my mom went to college to attempt to get us out of poverty, but as her income grew, costs stripped her gains away almost as soon as they accrued.
Giving to others has been a way of life in most of our family for generations. In spite of the ridicule, the hate and outward signs that we continue to get that we should be more ruthless, more authoritarian and more greedy, evidence to the contrary continues to mount. Just as I saw as a child, bullies don't care about anything but distracting themselves from the pain they are feeling inside. This is a fact of life. The only way forward, that I can see, is to confront bullying, power and control issues and misogyny, every single time we see it, in the most straight forward manner possible. These are the social aspects of environmentalism. I will continue to work for the betterment of all in whatever capacity I can. My current run for the U.S. house of Representatives from Wisconsin's 8th District, is a continuation of my life long effort to heal the rift between humankind and nature. We can do these things...we have the tools and technologies at our disposal, what we often lack is the will.