Photograph by John Johnson,
Warren "Warry" Fritzinger and Walt Whitman
My people have never
been the honors students. I’ve always
been with the C students. Nonetheless, I
was invited to speak at the City Tech Honors Convocation as the Scholar on
Campus. They wanted me to give a short
version of my talk on friendships. Most of
the jokes I found were about sex or unpaid internships, so I decided to drop
them and spoke with everyone about the politics of friendship as something
Whitman understood as the roots of a radical experiment in democracy. It was hard to get my cadence down with such
a wordy talk. I borrowed lines from
Anthony Weiner, Goethe, TS Elliot, and badly quoted Shakespeare, Whitman, and Ferlinghetti.
The talk was a mash of ideas from the upcoming Brooklyn Tides and Rebel Friendships book coming out next fall on Palgrave. Here’s what I said.
Address to the Honors
Students of the Class of 2015
Thank you so much for
that kind introduction. Its lovely to be
here with you in the heart of our global borough. Welcome class 2015. Congratulations.
When my daughter asked me what to buy her friends for
graduation presents. I suggested a bike and bus passes. So hit the road.
After all, the trip is just beginning everyone. But now that you are about to depart, lets review
where we’ve been and attempt to see Brooklyn again for the very first time.
In
A Coney Island of
the Mind, Laurence Farlinghetti writes:
“I once started
out
to walk around the
world
but ended up in
Brooklyn.
That Bridge was
too much for me.”
Life in this rapidly transforming
space has included many things.
In Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman remarks
about this space:
I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men (and women) of that city,
And in all their looks and words.
Through this city of friends, Brooklyn imagines itself as a
radical experiment in democracy. Here
use and social ties are valued and seen as resources in which we all benefit.
This City
of Friends takes shape every time people converge together in a garden or for a
bike ride, to play a video game, or just hang out on the streets. You see this everywhere
you walk through this global borough that you’ve made a home for yourself.
Take Joel Bokiewicz,
who benefitted from the local foods movement in Brooklyn and elsewhere. Unable to make a living as a writer, he
rented a work studio alongside 20 other entrepreneurs. Recalling Whitman’s poem “I Hear American
Singing,” he describes his colleagues: “all these people would be doing stuff
they were just pumped to do.” Rather
than start companies with the aim of riches, many have turned to hand-made
crafts for the human element modern industry has stripped away from manufacturing. As Bokiewicz explains, “where the commerce is
really rich is in the community, the friendships you develop, the fact you get
to do what you want to do, for the most part, not to be bossed around.”[i] His hand-made knives, each of which takes approximately
14 hours to make, are now in such demand that to get one, requires a one year
wait. At its best, Brooklyn has always
been a city of friends, Whitman reminds us.
This friendship offers
us important insights for us about our
democracy.
Ethical Meanings take
shape in Friendship, as shared
engagements and experiments in Living.
Aristotle (1934) suggests “[f]riends must enjoy one another's company, they must be useful to one another, and they must share a common commitment to the good.
Aristotle (1934) suggests “[f]riends must enjoy one another's company, they must be useful to one another, and they must share a common commitment to the good.
Our congress could
borrow a page from this lesson.
French philosopher
Michel Foucault saw friendship as shared estrangement/ engagement. He saw a
potential in this model for understanding not only social movements but the
process of social change.
You’ve seen a lot of this in you’re years here
as you’ve watched Brooklyn being remade in front of your eyes.
Consider your four
years at the college,
Occupying Wall Street
your first year, reminding the world that inequality is the issue of our time.
Or rebuilding after
Super Storm Sandy hit Brooklyn and you supported relief efforts, during your
second year, reminding us that we have to fight climate chaos.
Or reminding the world
that Black Lives Matter your senior year, taking part in the unfinished
business of the civil rights movement.
And we see them today in the street protests taking place across our
beloved Brooklyn Bridge.
Through your years, one
wave after another hit our borough and you weathered them.
These storms recall
William Shakespeare’s The Tempest. The play's storm forces characters to reflect
on who they are.
Our revels now are ended. These our
actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this unsubstantial pageant
faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such
stuff
As dreams are made on.
There nothing wrong with
such imagining and reimagining what our social worlds can look like, and how we
can solve the problems we face. These are the conversations we have with our
friends.
This is what rebel
friendships are all about. I’ve seen as
a social worker and organizer. They have
gotten me through hard days, and helped me see new ways of being in the
world. They have also been there in
quiet times, offering lessons and examples.
Life is about more than
a job they remind us. “You have to be
able to lose a job and not your life,” a friend at work once cautioned.
As you walk through the
streets today, tomorrow, and the rest of your days, I know there will be a
temptation to look forward to the day you reach the station, that final
finishing line. But remember, that station really does not exist. Life is not about the past or the future, as
much as the ever flowing moment of the present.
Enjoy it and live it well.
My parents taught me a
great deal about this. In the summer of
1965, with war raging, they hit the road
to make friends, not war, traveling overland and sea from London to Istanbul
and across the Khyber Pass, with stops along the way through Berlin,
Yugoslavia, Turkey, Afghanistan and the Buddhas of Bamiyan, and India during
that magic summer of 1965. Friendships cemented forever.
Their trip reminded us
that we can be a different kind of country.
Make friends not war.
Get to know each other, listen to hear other, hear each other.
Facing the world, we
could benefit from this lesson. This is
a disposition you’ve learned well in your days going to and from class, in the
streets of this global borough. It’s
the conversations that makes being in Brooklyn so meaningful.
Look to it as you
consider the problems that come your way.
Try to hear everyone out as you wonder about our economy, our city, and
the world.
The challenges are
many. But so are the opportunities.
I’m sure you are up for
it. We need you .
Wherever you go
remember you are from Brooklyn. This has
been one of your homes.
And the experience in
diversity and hudspah you’ve experienced, offers something of a lesson for the
world.
We fight we make up, we
listen and learn from and love of the conversations we have with people we do
not agree with. We do not destroy each
other for it. It’s a lesson for the world. Take pride in that.
So later this summer or
next fall, when you are interviewing
with people from MIT, and someone asks where you went to school, look up with
some pride. Pull up your shoulders, look
your friends in the eye, and explain, “I went to New York City College of
Technology, in the global borough of Brooklyn New York.” And offer to shake their hand. And never apologize for coming from Brooklyn.
Thank you.
[i]MadebyHand.
Made by Hand is a short film series celebrating the people who make things by
hand — sustainably, locally, and with a love for their craft. http://thisismadebyhand.com/about/
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