I wonder if I shall stay or look for a new blog platform. A little research should give me some answers.
Don’t get me wrong–I like stats. I’m pretty sure you can muck around with them to prove any point you want to make but I like that someone did the research to find out how many of what sort of thing there is in the world.
But last night I attended an interfaith summit on child poverty in Buncombe county and the stats were disheartening at best and sickening at worst.
In this county–which boasts the Biltmore House, a state-of-the-art hospital system and a thousand micro-breweries–50% of the children in the two public school systems (county and city) are eligible for the free or reduced lunch program.
$8 million comes into the Smart Start program and there are still children on waiting lists for safe childcare.
Food prices continue to rise as wages stagnate or actually fall. “Affordable housing” has a new name–“workforce” housing. Does that make the recipients seem more worthy? They are workers, not just poor people trying to make ends meet in a tourism-based economy. It’s a joke either way. A few folks are working on it–Holly Jones spoke most eloquently about it at the meeting, Habitat is building homes here and Mountain Housing does good work in this area. But as long as commercial developers have their eye on condos for part-time residents and the Planning and Zoning department–and the city and county leadership–don’t seem to have the will to make demands on these companies that generally come from somewhere else to take advantage of the beautiful setting that was Asheville–as long as all of this is true, it is going to be hard to make ends meet here.
Sure the hipsters and dilettantes can get disheartened and fed up and go to the next fertile field. But what about those children, stuck in a cycle of weak education and bad housing and hungry bellies? It’s potentially half the children in our public schools. Half of them. One in two.
I made a lot of notes last night and in one of the margins of my notepad, I started making a list of these broken, crashing systems.
It is overwhelming to think of all that needs to be done and the failure of elected leadership in these areas is a test for all of us to find better candidates or be better candidates. Because leadership is not easy or popular but it is necessary. And a leader has to be someone with more than a big war-chest and powerful friends.
As we face the Samhain season and the Winter that will follow, we surely have an obligation to honor our Ancestors…and leave a better world for our Descendants.
or so they tell me.
Last night, the cat and I were awakened by a loud crashing coming from the direction of the front porch. Suspecting it might be our occasional nocturnal visitor–the Happy Raccoon–I got up to peer onto the porch. Much to my surprise, it was actually a substantial limb from the maple tree that had fallen in the front yard in three big chunks. It had missed the porch and the birdbaths and only grazed a rose bush that needs a good fall pruning anyway.
Yes, you’re right–we were very lucky.
The season-changing got down to business last night as the steady drumbeat of rain also brought some lowering temperatures. Leaves are changing color and decorating the driveway and the cars. We’ve cleared out a good portion of all the gardens–we need to get on that earlier than we usually do because we plan to re-fence everything in the early Winter.
We are moving swiftly through the last months of what I call the Long Dying of the Year. I celebrate the ancient new year at November 1 and the Failing of the Year ends with the coming of the Winter Solstice and the return of greater light. We are preparing now for the final harvest, the harvest of souls, at Samhaintide.
The Ancestor Altar has been dusted and refurbished. Some new Ancestors have been added. To be honest, they aren’t new…Harriet Ray Ruth has been dead a long, long time. But I discovered a new picture of her from some internet genealogy research.
My thoughts are turning again to Samhain and to the odd cultural balancing act of this mournful time of honoring the Dead in the midst of the dominant culture celebrating Hallowe’en. Which I also celebrate. And after those things are danced and done, we also welcome the New Year.
I will need a long rest before I deal with the Solstice. That is a true thing.