As part of my transfer orientation/welcome week at American University, I had the privilege of participating in one of welcome week's volunteer experiences. The series of philanthropic activities is meant to act as the beginning of our immersion into Washington DC, not hesitating at the various monuments and tourist points-of-interest. Rather, the goal of such an activity is to start to understand the diversity of peoples, neighborhoods, and cultures that form the real backbone of our nation's capital.
I volunteered in conjunction with "We Are Family," a small, grassroots organization that reaches out to senior citizens of color in several of DC's troubled neighborhoods—historically infested with crime, drug and alcohol abuse, and other social ills (Additional information can be found here). (I look forward to possibly working with this organization in continued volunteer efforts in Washington DC). The organization conforms nicely with the late Dr. Martin Luther King's message of blending justice and service aimed at egalitarianism, while being aided by religious and moral fervor. With that said, of course the day began at one of several baptist churches scattered around the North Capitol/Shaw neighborhoods of DC, almost directly adjacent to the Capitol Building. I worked along side groups from Georgetown and George Washington Universities, both also located within DC.
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When I arrived at the apartment complex and entered the building, I was amazed at how great the building looked, not even considering the fact that it was government-owned (and subsidized) public housing. It looked better than a fair share of hotels I've stayed at! As I made my way into the elevator, pressed the 3rd floor button, and exited the elevator, I was much closer to delivering one of the eleven eco-friendly bags stuffed with nourishment. After knocking deliberately on the apartment door (most of the residents I dealt with had hearing problems because of their age), I was met by an elderly woman. While recognizing who I was, and asking why I was there for, she looked as though she was caught between different times. I remembered Mark saying that these women endured the darkest days of Washington DC—the segregation era and the race riots following Martin Luther King's assassination in 1968. Now, they continued to endure new times—yet they lived on the same ground and crisscrossed the same street corners. Only more gingerly.
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I finish this short story with a line that I heard at the closing ceremony of the service experience program back at my school. Martin Luther King expressed "his dream," of egalitarianism and the abolition of racism and all negativity derived therefrom. As a country, we are still attempting to "live" the dream. We better wake up soon.