Dreaming With Our Hands

Dreaming With Our Hands
On Autonomy, In(ter)dependence, and the Regaining of the Commons

by Ricchi with Mutual Aid Disaster Relief for their website
9 January 2017 (original post)

“It was like an atomic bomb went off,” says a local Boricua (as people born in Puerto Rico are often called) about the view of the mountains the day after Maria passed. “Every branch and every tree was torn apart and broken, and scattered everywhere. Every green area was gray and brown.”

The view now, almost three months after las tormentas, is eerie. The greenery is back, but the forests are very bare compared to how they were. Things can appear to be normal, except for the sixty-foot telephone pole hanging over the edge of a cliff here, or leaning over at a forty-five-degree angle onto a building there. As long as they still carry power to their destinations, they’re left as they are, even doubled over, in favor of triageing other downed poles that are actually causing disruptions in the grid.

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Car pushed off the road by winds and abandoned in Las Piedras, PR

Traveling to different parts of the island, one sees houses on the coast of Aguadilla that were cut in half by mini landslides, and traffic lights and highway signs stashed beside the roads with piles of detritus and branches. These remnants of devastation can be seen everywhere. And everywhere there are people getting by and adapting to the changes Irma and Maria left behind, with whatever limited tools are at their disposal.

I, a Brooklyn-born Puerto Rican, had come to Puerto Rico (or as the native Taíno people call it, Boriké), and met up with two traveling partners. Our visits to Caguas during my first week were breathtaking, getting to know people and watching the amazing projects that communities here are putting together. The town itself is very old, largely abandoned, and magnificently beautiful. The streets in the pueblo are narrow and the buildings made of cement, painted bright pastel colors, with old Spanish architectures. Everywhere there stand murals with sayings of hope, independence, and resistance. In our short visits, we were able to glimpse how people here have begun rebuilding their lives, coming together to re-imagine the kind of world they want to create.

Even before the hurricanes, the downtown neighborhoods of Caguas had been losing their small shops and local markets to the invading chain stores that had sprouted up less than a mile away. Still, one immediately gets the sense that this town is full of cultural life and a spirit much different from that felt in wealthier neighborhoods, like the gated community in Guaynabo we were staying in at first.

Austerity was already devastating

We’re on the northwestern part of the main highway that rings the island, and traffic comes to a complete stop for a half an hour. It had only rained for twenty minutes, but that had been enough to leave a four-foot-deep pond along a large stretch of the often overcrowded road. When we finally reach the end of the bottleneck, we see the flooding is being manually fixed by a single worker in swamp boots unclogging the drainage holes with a broomstick.

Speaking with people, it comes as no surprise to them that the government isn’t doing much to resolve the problems here. As many non-Boricuas are discovering only now, the island’s government has been suffocated with public debts, issued and purchased by predatory Wall Street hedge funds. Following what has become a global custom with these kinds of debts, Puerto Rico’s creditors are forcing the island’s government to enact austerity measures on the population, with help from the US and its Fiscal Oversight and Management Board. This board is an unelected entity established by the US Congress to decide how Puerto Rico spends the tax revenue it collects from its people.

“They don’t serve the interests of Puerto Ricans,” says Maritza, a local community organizer, “they serve the interests of Wall Street.” She explains how the board members assign themselves their own salaries. “The chair of the Board decided to make $625,000 this year, and overall the board costs $300 million to operate, paid for by Puerto Rican tax dollars.”

It’s their job to make sure Wall Street hedge funds can keep getting payments from Puerto Rico’s unquenchable debt, and in the process, ensure that Puerto Rico never has a prosperous and self-sufficient economy. By gutting funding for healthcare, education, food assistance, public sector jobs, and critical infrastructure development, this policy ensures a continually collapsing economy. Maritza describes the board as wanting “to keep us like a banana republic, a place with only low-wage jobs for corporations to profit off of,” and I believe her.

But while FEMA and the Puerto Rican government failed in meeting people’s basic needs after the storms, in their absence, she and others told me, old and new community organizations took the lead and saved many lives.

Confronted by class

Our first week in Puerto Rico, we stayed in a gated community in Guaynabo. The way the area is handling the disaster speaks volumes about the effects of class on local relationships and the impulse to innovate. Our host didn’t have power, but, comparably speaking, he had plenty of food in his kitchen. And by the looks of it, this food was not touched from the beginning to the end of our entire week-long stay. Going out to eat is a luxury of the wealthy.

There was a noise pervading the entire neighborhood: it hummed at night with the whir and smell of gas generators. There were full and empty twelve-ounce water bottles everywhere, and a Brita filter jug in the back of the fridge. I rescued it from disuse and filled my gallon water bottles from the tap. Our host didn’t have his own generator; he was paying a neighbor $100 a week to hook up to theirs—with stipulations: only at night, and only a single extension cord. That’s quite a steep energy bill.

He was a busy guy, though, working for the utilities. On one of the rare occasions that we ran into him during our stay, he got to telling us about how sewage overflows from San Juan are being dumped into the ocean waters around the city. He said there are videos of people finding streams of completely black water flowing down and out towards the ocean. He warned us against swimming anywhere near San Juan, because in the first two months after Maria, people got viral infections and other illnesses from swimming in the contamination.

I swam in the waters anyway, and now I’ve developed skin rashes across my body. A doctor I consulted says my symptoms don’t seem severe. Not the wisest choice, but I have no regrets.

Life is Elsewhere

Watching the sunrise over the ocean that morning when I swam in the San Juan waters evoked a feeling similar to what I experienced later, on our first night in Caguas. It was a welcome change from the humming of Guaynabo.

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Urbe Apie volunteers signing locals up for their art auction

Locals from an art collective called Urbe Apie guided us through a store they’d reclaimed that was just soil with vines growing on the ground and hanging from the gaping holes in the roof. Out back, there was a field with several dozen rows of soil and plants. This garden had been started some eight months ago, but just three months ago Maria’s winds turned it back into a pile of rubble, peppered with scattered bricks from the crumbling abandoned buildings that surround it.

The space is being called Huerto Feliz, or Happy Garden, and it’s explained to me when we arrive that Huerto Feliz is everybody’s garden, and anyone can work in and eat from it. Corn, beans, squash, and herbs as well as banana and coconut trees are growing, a compost heap is being turned, and there are lines of little starts peeking out of recycled plastic cups along the edges of the garden.

I ask a local gardener how I can help, and he says, “Take a look at the plants, where they’re growing, and plant these starts anywhere you feel would be best.” As I look around at the landscaped rows and growing things I overhear another gardener say, “It’s important for us to connect and live together with Mother Nature.” I find starts for squash and beans, and I till up little holes for them to live in, next to the corn stalks. I listen to the rustling of leaves and look up to see the sun break just over the empty buildings. I am in awe of the beautiful thing they’re creating here.

Once night falls, the locals show us to a large abandoned building. We climb up a handmade ladder to a landing, where we enter through a window. We are surrounded by dust, broken concrete and drywall; it could’ve been a decade since this place was last taken care of. Using flashlights, we make it to the roof, and from there we can see the mountains and city lights. A local med student points into the distance, showing me where a new Walmart supermarket opened, and then over to where the neighborhood grocery store sits, out of business.

This building we’re standing on might become the site of a nascent project called Casa Diaspora. Like many other abandoned buildings here, it has long been used for a place to sleep by houseless people in the city. Negotiations for space are in the works. If this one doesn’t work out, there are still many abandoned and broken buildings in Caguas, any one of which could be used to create the project. They’d all need to be cleaned and fixed up, but the aim is eventually to house Puerto Ricans from the diaspora and other allies who come to engage with resiliency and self-sufficiency through the many community projects that Urbe Apie and other groups have started here.

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Stunning mural in Caguas, PR

A soccer ball is being kicked around on the roof, and we decide to climb out of the building and make our way to the main plaza. There are people up and socializing all around, police patrolling constantly, young folks riding bicycles, popping wheelies, and food vendors standing chatting over their perches. We play for hours in the plaza. I join a group of young kids playing volleyball, then a traveling partner and I climb one of the two gigantic trees in the center of the plaza. All the branches of these ancient trees had been broken off during Maria. But they’d then been cut cleanly so they would hopefully grow again in the Caribbean sun.

The sights and feelings of that night couldn’t be more clear: Puerto Rico, Boriké, is alive, living vibrantly and surviving in brilliant, myriad ways, not only in the aftermath of two disastrous storms, but centuries of colonization and decades of neoliberal economic policy.

Colonization was already devastating

Many activists and news agencies in the US tend to remind people that Puerto Rico is part of the US, calling the fifty states the “mainland,” and the island a “territory.” I’ve also done this. “Puerto Ricans are US citizens!” some say, as part of their plea to engage non-Puerto Ricans’ empathy with the struggles of Boricuas. Other times, the association comes from an ignorance and denial of Puerto Rico’s status as a modern day colony. This ignorance and denial is somehow nowhere to be found among the locals I’ve met here. They refer to the fifty states as the US—they recognize it as a separate entity, and one whose relationship with the island is more abusive than anything else.

The US Jones Act, for instance, is an almost century-old law which set in place an awful economic relationship between the US and the island. It was primarily meant to protect the US’s shipbuilding industry and the corporate monopoly on trade for the island—its ultimate effect, though, is that Boricuas pay double the shipping costs for the goods they need. In some cases, as with the infamous pharmaceutical industry, products that are manufactured in Puerto Rico get shipped to Jacksonville, Florida, only to get shipped back to the island for locals to buy. Plainly, it bars Boricuas from accessing goods at competitive prices, and mandates that US ships and companies are employed to service all of the island’s trade.

Almost everything costs more, and almost every job pays less here than the same would in the US. “It should be [seen as] a moral imperative of the United States to not have colonies,” says Maritza. “It’s like slavery or child labor. It should be a moral imperative for the United States to recognize its responsibility to Puerto Rico. Because yes, the storms devastated the island, but what they did has only exacerbated the harm the US has been doing here since its colonization of Puerto Rico.”

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Rocket stove donated to Huerto Feliz by volunteers from the CAM in Arecibo, PR

During a very-late-night-turned-early-morning car ride with another local, I’m told that the total yearly cost of the Jones Act to Puerto Rico, in terms of jobs lost and consumer dollars extracted through inflated import prices, is billions of dollars per year. “We could wipe out the entire debt with that alone,” my companion observed. Just ball-parking the numbers, he’s right. And studies done by the University of Puerto Rico and other organizations have said just that. They found that the island is worse off with the Jones Act in effect, and that without the law the enormous debt wouldn’t have developed. In other words, the debt is being manufactured.

Creditors tend to blame debtors for being in debt, but the reality is that usurious debt obligations that never go away are big business, and these creditors are in that business. Boricuas are not alone in bearing this kind of imprisoning weight. Puerto Rico is just one economy in a vast global sea of economies that are put into the red by inequitable economic relationships. It’s one part of the general economic practice of turning people themselves into commodities. Regarded as mere drops in a labor pool, people can be managed in exploitative ways, and their access to basic needs controlled—the need is to make money first. But money is a human need in the same way that a window in a prison cell is. People can be forced to do all sorts of things against their will and interests if offered a gasp of fresh air under suffocating conditions.

When money is scarce and food, water, and other human needs are only available at a price, then money can be that gasp of fresh air. But this is coercion. It turns whole communities into markets, used to produce cheaply for global demand without regard to local needs or sustainable development. So after the storms, with the regular flow of imports and exports halted and global supply largely inaccessible, people here started doing something very sensible: meeting local needs with local supply.

Crisis communism

We meet up with another local through our friends in Caguas. He’s part of a group called Coconut Revolution. He teaches a class about just that: how people can use the abundant coconut plants on the island to meet almost every basic human need: food from its meat, water from its juices, shelter under its leaves and woody trunks, and fire with its husks. His class is called Cuando los barcos no vienen, or “When the ships don’t come.”

Talking with people here, it seems traditional skills and knowledge around local flora were being used fairly widely just after the storms, when water and food were suddenly in short supply everywhere. “You can survive a pretty long time just eating coconut meat and drinking the water,” the man from Coconut Revolution tells us, “but eventually you’ll need some other proteins and vitamins.”

He takes us out and shows us around to where wild edibles and medicinal plants are growing. After some time, we come to the edge of a mangrove forest and a river. Along the bank of the river, an endless stream of crabs emerges from the water, crawling into the roots. He tells us how important these mangroves are to the ecology of the region—and that much of the giant interlocking superorganism they constitute was killed during Maria. “The effects that the magroves’ death may have are being studied now. We know it’s because of their protection that our neighborhood survived the storms.”

We say goodbye and make our way back to town. As we bike down a main avenue in Caguas, we meet a lady chillin’ in her front yard with her dogs and husband. We get to talking about how people on the island socialize more than in the US. “Even so,” she points out, “before the storm we didn’t know our neighbors, but now we do. We don’t have power here but they do across the street.” She points to one of two houses on the block with lights on. “And I have gas for my stove. I’d cook for maybe eighteen, twenty people.” With a big smile, she adds, “The guys in the autoshop over there, they’d bring over ice and we’d eat together.”

The crisis is really forging a vigorous sense of community, and it’s a recurring sentiment we’ve heard in our conversations here, in smaller, poorer towns especially.

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Banner announcing how neighbors in Caguas, PR can engage with the local CAM

There’s also excitement and support here for the spontaneous social centers being put together and operated by locals all over the island. Neighbors are collectivizing the means of survival and building for future resiliency. Many of these community centers are known as Centros de Apoyo Mutuo (CAMs), or Mutual Aid Centers. The CAM in Caguas has reclaimed an abandoned Social Security office just around the block from Huerto Feliz, and they’ve begun major renovations. Almost every day, people from Caguas, people from across the island, and other visitors are seen fixing holes in walls, painting, and reinstalling water and electric systems to the building. When it’s finished, community members will serve breakfast and lunch at least three times a week, run a wellness clinic for the whole neighborhood, and there are even plans for a radio station to be started there. This network of projects is truly inspiring and vital.

All of this is still being done amid major shortages of supplies. To take a central example: there’s a staple Puerto Rican dish made with fried platanos squished along with pork or chicken and formed into a cake shape. It’s called mofongo. “We can’t make mofongo because there’s no platanos. No platanos, no mofongo,” a restaurant owner in Caguas says to a patron. Many local supply chains were severed by the hurricanes, and eighty percent of crops on the island were destroyed. A small, locally-sourced restaurant might not have access to these bananas while the Walmart a mile away is fully stocked and back to normal.

Much like the other problems on the island, those with money might not feel the differences left behind by the storms in the way those without money do. The water from people’s faucets is contaminated, or not flowing at all, but those who can afford the daily tax of buying water might not feel the fear of dehydration. They might not feel the fear of hunger from not being able to cook rice and beans because there is no water or it isn’t clean.

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Exposed spigot in Guaynabo, PR where people are filling up their water bottles

No one seems to think drinking from the tap without filters is safe, especially since the water from the faucets was completely black in many places just several weeks ago. But people still need to drink water, and even in Guaynabo I saw people filling up their water bottles from an exposed spigot in the space left behind by a fallen building. The reality is that for many poor communities and mountain towns away from city centers, the only water available to drink is questionable at best.

I’m told that the scene here in Caguas just days after Maria passed was surreal and scary. Hundreds of people without food and water were lining up outside a hastily constructed community kitchen to eat. But the CAMs, many other organizations like Urbe Apie, and community members throughout the island have taken on the work of cooking, or offering their spaces for large meals to be made for neighbors several days a week, sometimes several times a day. Those who can, when they can, seem to have made bringing food, clean water and tools to each other a regular part of everyday life. The self-organizing of these Boricuas has been essential for many in the vacuum of care and capacity the government has left. But there are still huge gaps left for people to fill in order to figure out a new normal that meets all their basic needs.

There is no “off the grid” when the grid is off. Make a new grid.

One such gap is power. Within three days after both Irma and Maria, most of the perishable food in people’s fridges was rotten. The municipal pumps that move water from reservoirs to people even slightly uphill were useless, as was most of the Internet and telephone service infrastructure. Authorities were assuring people that the outages and breaks in the grid would only take six months to fix.

There is a mass of people who don’t think that’s acceptable, though, and who don’t want to remain dependent on the dilapidated service of the island’s primary energy company. The movement is growing, and we got to meet some of the people involved.

In early December, our team of three arrived at an office building in Guaynabo where a conference on DIY solar power generators was being held. The conference was announced just thirty-six hours before, but an astounding one hundred people showed up and packed themselves into a small room. The presenter is Jehu Garcia, a person who responded to Maria by making instructional videos on YouTube describing how people can use new and recycled materials to construct their own battery packs and solar generators.

Many at the conference seem well on their way to building their own DIY solar devices to power their homes, workplaces, and even local schools. There is so much desire to work cooperatively in this space. People have spontaneously brought food and water to share, and they exchange contact information and resources. The event lasts for five hours, and a healthy mix of people asks a slew of exhaustively technical questions.

The network remains connected via a Facebook group, where folks ask questions, solve problems, and decide collectively on group purchases. This network is motivated and excited about DIY solutions for off-grid solar, and for good reason.

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Battery pack made from 18650 li-ion cells, and a UPS inverter at a DIY, off-grid solar power conference in Guaynabo, PR

The island receives powerful, near constant sunshine. With the complete blackout situation as it was, not being able to utilize the abundant power all around was, and still is, a deadly injustice. Power to hospitals, clinics, and other critical infrastructure was downed across the island in one day. Considering this, decentralized networks of solar combined with off-grid storage may be the most viable option for power generation, even in the long term.

Connecting solar panels to the power grid of municipalities comes with drawbacks that some do not anticipate. Many who had already purchased solar panels for their homes and businesses here had been connected to the grid. In normal conditions this can be a benefit; residents could sell their excess power back to the energy company. But what the disasters revealed is that many of these systems that companies offer aren’t designed to continue working if the rest of the grid goes offline. And that’s exactly what happened.

Grid-tie systems might be quite common, but they should be seen as another example of how standard infrastructure isn’t up to the task of viability and resilience in unstable times. Dependence on corporations and the government despite their inability to ensure access to life-critical services for most Boricuas has proven to be a risky and deadly reality here.

People with fully functioning solar panels on their roofs still aren’t able to power their houses or businesses. So there’s a growing movement looking to DIY off-grid solar as the way forward for Puerto Ricans to meet their power needs. What does this look like in practice? People are building “powerwalls.” The systems consist of a piece of recycled hardware called an Uninterruptible Power Source (UPS), which serves as an inverter, connected to huge collections of recycled 18650 lithium-ion cells, which are in almost every portable battery device these days, then to a solar charge controller, which can then be hooked up to solar panels. It is a promising sign of the island’s growing DIY attitude that this small but enthusiastic group of Boricuas is innovating in the context of disaster recovery.

This is what independence looks like

The shortcomings of dependence we witness here bring up questions of independence. There is plenty of talk, and symbolism, about Puerto Rican independence scattered across much of the island—in graffiti, in poetry, and in philosophical proclamations at the end of rowdy celebrations. However, these conversations about independence are complicated and complex. I can feel the trauma of the repression of the Puerto Rican independence movement in our conversations with people here.

After Spanish rule of the island was expelled in 1898, Puerto Rico was autonomous for only six months before the US claimed the island as part of the Treaty of Paris, which concluded the Spanish-American War. Activists here share stories of leaders and participants in the movement for independence being assassinated in the nineteenth century as well as throughout the twentieth century.

I got to visit the grave of Pedro Albizu Campos, head of the Puerto Rican Nationalist Party, who had exposed deadly, premeditated medical experiments being done on Puerto Ricans by US doctors—specifically a physician working with the Rockefeller Institute, one Dr. Cornelius P. Rhoads. Albizu discovered a damning letter Rhoads had written to a colleague, and had it published as well as sending it to representatives in the United Nations. The letter described how, by transplanting cancer cells into and killing patients, Rhoads was playing his role in “furthering the process of extermination” of the population and making the island “livable.”

Albizu was arrested many times for his participation in the movement for independence. But the final time he was arrested, he had the misfortune of having Rhoads as his medical examiner while in prison. He and other prisoners reported being exposed to intense radiation while serving time. Their stories were corroborated by an outside medical examiner who diagnosed his sores and other symptoms as consistent with extreme radiation exposure. He was released and pardoned by the governor, in very ill health, shortly before his death.

Independence can mean many things. It seems the host of problems being faced by people on the island after the storms are being solved locally by Boricuas working together in community, accompanied by allies from all over listening to their leadership and requests. The amount of work getting done every day to rebuild and to survive is a testament to locals’ ability to handle the challenges facing the island, even with very little to work with. Given access to the right tools, resources, and autonomy, there’s no doubt that Boricuas can rebuild the island, and account for any hardships, even without “help” from the island’s government.

That’s exactly what many communities were doing after the storms—many were doing it before the storms too—and it’s what they continue to do. The Puerto Rican government can’t properly fund programs to provide access to basic needs, let alone sustainably rebuild in ways that plan for the island’s prosperity and resiliency to future climate-change fueled disasters. It is largely bound by the decisions of the US and its Fiscal Oversight and Management Board. But independent communities in Boriké are not bound by those same restrictions. They do the work they view as necessary with the resources they have available. It’s as difficult, and as simple, as that.

SolidaridadThe crisis has reawakened the importance of the commons within many Boricuas, an idea already not too unfamiliar to Puerto Rican culture as I’ve experienced it. In the sudden absence of basic supplies, people have found the means of survival in each other, and in the resources and land at their disposal. Many are seeing unused and abandoned spaces as potential community centers, and food, water, and shelter as human rights to be shared with anyone in need by anyone in possession.

Also, people are expressing re-energized relationships with both time and labor, ones that view time and labor as most importantly shared in mutual service, as contributing to the well-being of the collective: themselves, their families, their neighbors, and the island as a whole. “I know that I need a job, but I’m spending all of my time taking care of my friends,” a local artist in Caguas tells me. There are many things that money can’t buy, especially in the midst of a regional crisis when every resource is scarce.

Despite the US’s abusive and extractive treatment of Puerto Rico as a financial and military colony, people don’t seem focused so much on the island’s government declaring independence. Instead, they seem to be focused on building their own independence, through interdependence within their communities. Autonomy is what I see the people here practicing; autonomy from the control, inequity, and corruption of governments and corporations alike. And in these chaotic months, it doesn’t seem like the government, or corporations, are exercising their prerogative to take it away from these Boricuas by force. The real, tangible, and inevitable truths about life as a colony have only been made clear by these storms, particularly to outsiders.

Dreaming with our hands

The infrastructure here, and across the globe, is intimately tied to the petroleum world. But the petroleum world is dying, its infrastructure is crumbling, and so too is the world’s current system of societal organization. This decay of modern capitalism has turned people’s lives here into a daily toil—but one that is at the same time imaginative and full of energy. We are all grappling with these chains of the past, and they still violently attach themselves to the bodies and minds of many Puerto Ricans. But a growing minority here is aiming to inspire people to remove those chains, and they’re collectively self-managing the kinds of local decisions necessary to care for their fellow Boricuas. This may be one of the most salient truths about the legacy of the old world: it’s not that people in revolutionary struggles need to be fighting for their own flag—rather, they find their emancipation in the compassion and dignity of self-determination and collective direct action.

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Volunteers at Huerto Feliz partaking in a seed starting workshop put on in collaboration with a local farmer from Fresas y Uvas Rose farm

Boricuas, and communities worldwide, should absolutely be free from the burdens of producing resources and wealth for the empires of the world. Being free from life as a colony does require taking risks, though. The resistance struggles we’ve seen here are taking risks. They’re acting imaginatively. They’re showing us what it’s like to experience the freedom of constructing new ways of life, ones that aim to provide for the dreams and aspirations of all people—or, at the very least, for their survival and health.

In my time here, I often recall a motto of resistance which has been passed around between movements, generations, and regions: “If they don’t let us dream, then we won’t let them sleep.” Although Boricuas in struggle aren’t getting much sleep these days either, in this moment, for them, I don’t think it’s about bringing the alarm bells of revolution to the bedsides of the powerful. It looks like people have decided to dream with their hands, with everything they have, towards the immediate and tangible goals of activated, empowered, and resilient communities. They’re doing so by organizing for self-determination, and overcoming organized coercion with collective disobedience when necessary. We can all learn a great deal by their examples of survival and recovery from this modern mix of natural and human-made disasters.

Being here, I feel a sense of wonder and magic—like I’ve returned, but to a place I’ve never been. This is the island of my ancestors. I come after a most powerful series of storms, to learn both my history and my future in this moment of recovery. It is, after all, from the native Taíno word huracán that the word hurricane is derived. Here, I am reminded of the cycling of the flows of time, and the cycling winds of the hurricanes Irma and Maria. Those storms have swept by, and they’ve destroyed many things. By knocking out the energy grid, and cutting access to food and water, they left the island of Boriké dark. But in that darkness countless Boricuas have awoken, and they stay awake late and get up early again, doing the work of reproducing life.

All images via Mutual Aid Disaster Relief

Lightly edited by Antidote for clarity

Republished with permission. If you liked this article, please consider contributing to Mutual Aid Disaster Relief’s work, and following their activities—among other things, they have announced a touring workshop this spring to help spread their practices far and wide. But there’s no need to wait for them to come to you…

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Mural and poem in Urbe Apie’s community gallery

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