By Tré Vasquez
The following is an except from Movement Generation’s Course Correction series: Session 4 titled “Decolonize the Future.” This piece was written in response to the question: Where will we be in the year 2050?
March for the Rights of Mother Earth: Santa Rosa, CA (Pomo territory) 2018
What will be possible because we remembered?
Even in a world rapidly working to disconnect us from being human
We remembered
That even if someday we can no longer grow what we need from the soil
That We are still the soil
That we are made from the earth, water and air
And so we protect them with our lives the way we protect each other
We are seed savers
Story tellers
Living libraries
Foreseers of the future and portals to the past
The students of pollinators
Organizers
Campesinxs
Yerberas
Sacred clowns
Brown & down computer hackers
Song keepers
We are lovers
Doctors
Birth workers birthing new worlds
Transcending smoking ashes unfurled
Messengers air dropping seeds of resistance
On a world collapsing into herself
WE are a prayer of Remembrance
We learn to move like underground rivers
Hiding to preserve our force and medicine
Emerging as springs to sustain Life
Reminding the people to only use what they need
& So I’m reminding you to Never forget the the ones that are coming
To reciprocate now, while there is time
Make yourselves into waterways
Trusting where you are going
Slowly eroding pathways into the future:
Our molecules in perpetual cycles of life (never death)
Only evaporating to return as monsoons
Flash flooding their borders
their prisons
their wars
their haunting monuments
white houses
capital
and binaries
We are the thunder awakening sleeping giants
Blood red like sequoia
Our roots underground communication systems:
Interconnected- Intelligence-Intergalactic
Beyond Jedi mind tricks: ancestral memory
We are a slight of the hand
Night visioned to sense points of intervention
Manifested by our matriarchs who couldn’t see us
But prayed we would live the day to embody lightning
Striking this beast to its knees
colonialism
capitalism
extractavism
imperialism
This beast
We will bring to its burial
Allowing its bones to compost into building blocks of regeneration
An old way reincarnated
Into the new world we are birthing
We are still here
Because we refused to forget
That we, too,
Are a part of this living breathing world
