Jail isn’t the most likely place to encounter a kindred
spirit, or cross paths with a fellow seeker. But, this morning in the Wake
County Jail, I was blessed with a most unexpected friendship.
A few weeks earlier I got a message on my cell phone from a
young undocumented immigrant planning a protest at the immigration legislative
committee in Raleigh the next day. After speaking with her I agreed to observe
the protest and do what I could to represent anyone who was arrested. As a Sheriff
from Franklin County was recounting a marijuana seizure, and characterizing
immigrants as criminals, the young immigrants stood up during the committee
hearing and announced that they are undocumented and unafraid. “We are the face
of immigration,” they said. They were brought here as young children. They grew
up in the United States. They have both feet firmly in our culture. And yet, if
they are stopped for any reason by the police, they could end up deported back
to a country they have never known. These kids are tired of living in the
shadows, in fear of deportation. They want to be included in the only society
they have ever known. And they are willing to risk everything for that dream.
They advocate for immigration reform that would create a
pathway to lawful residence for people who have grown up in the United States
and do not know their country of birth. DREAM stands for the Development,
Relief and Education for Alien Minors. The DREAM Act is a bill that would
create a pathway to legal residence that currently does not exist for
undocumented youth in the United States. When a minor is brought into the
United States by their parents, their visa is attached to their parents’ visas
until the age of eighteen. When undocumented youth who have grown up in the
United States turn eighteen they are suddenly placed in a legal situation
impossible to remedy on their own. Even joining the military requires legal
residence.
The DREAM Act would create a legal pathway by registering
undocumented youth with the federal government and allow them to legalize their
status by going to college, performing community service, or joining the
military. In order to be eligible, the youth would have to have clean criminal
records. After completing two years of college, significant community service,
or two years in the military, the young person would be eligible to apply for
Legal Permanent Residence. Without this kind of reform there is no way to
legalize their status. I cannot imagine driving in my town, the only town I
know, in fear of a traffic stop that could take me from my family to a country
I’ve never known.
These young people are raising attention to this reform
effort by courageously coming out of the shadows. It is time for us to bring
these young people out of the shadow of fear and embrace them as our own, as
important voices in our community.
Three young people were arrested at the legislative
building, and two were released fairly quickly. One was detained by ICE (Immigration
and Customs Enforcement).
I began working with a team of two other lawyers to provide
representation to these three protesters. Our efforts focused on the young man
who was detained, and due to some tremendous organizing by the NC Dream Team,
and lawyering by team members he has recently received an immigration bond.
So I woke up this morning with a case to continue in Wake
County. For some reason I took along my
“Red Book.” This red book is the Quaker
Faith and Practice by the British Yearly Meeting. It was given to me by a
British Friend who I met at the 312th annual meeting of Conservative
Quakers in North Carolina. He gave it to me as a token of his friendship, and
for schlepping him around everywhere. It became an important source of spiritual
practice in my own growth as a Quaker. It is a “best hits” of Quaker writing
over four centuries. I don’t know why I picked it up and took it to court to
continue a traffic case.
It did not take as long as I expected to continue the case,
and I had some extra time. It occurred to me that I should drop by the Wake
County Jail and meet my new immigrant protester client. I found my new friend
in a solitary cell with a well worn copy of “The Red Badge of Courage.” After
some discussion about the legal aspects of his case, our conversation turned in
an unexpected direction. I felt the
need to explain why I would represent him for free, and so I told him that I am
a Quaker. As a Quaker, I am part of a long line of spiritual seekers who have
worked for social justice, equality and community. I said that the immigration
issue is the “slavery” of our time. The
Quakers who came before me worked on the underground rail road, and helped slaves
to freedom. When people showed up on their door step, my Quaker forbearers risked
their own freedom to help the fugitive slaves on the road to freedom. I told
him it was an honor to represent him on his road to freedom, and that he
inspired me. I could see tears swelling in his eyes, and feel them swelling in
my own. I realized all of a sudden how utterly alone he must have been feeling
when I showed up, despite the overwhelming loving support outside the jail
walls.
He began to ask some questions about Quakerism, and seemed
genuinely interested. He said it came from England, right? And I said yes,
there was a seeker in England in the 1600s who was looking for truth from
priests, professors, churches and universities. No answers satisfied him, until
he came upon the truth that God is within him. There was an “Inward Teacher”
and “Inner Christ,” that could show him to truth. And from this realization, a whole movement
arose. Because there is the divine within all people, Quakers refused to engage
in violence. We are pacifists. Early Quakers also believed in radical equality
between all people, rich and poor, weak and powerful, men and women, black and
white. They believed that the individual’s path to truth should be cultivated
and tested within a community of seekers. They believed that many human habits,
traditions, luxuries, creeds, rituals distracted people from the inner teacher
– and so they embraced simplicity in the manner of living and in their worship.
They worshiped in shared silence with periodic short messages from the holy
silence called “vocal ministry.” As they
experienced the love of God in their hearts, it flowed through their lives into
the community in the form of social justice work. Like my new friend, they went
to jail for protests for equality and religious freedom. They refused to
participate in habits which perpetuated inequality, and were jailed for their
refusal.
He seemed intrigued and asked about my “Red Book.” I
explained that it was a compilation of Quaker quotes, testimonies, queries. He
asked me to read a few, and so I read the following:
Live adventurously.
When choices arise, do you take the way that offers the fullest opportunity for
the use of your gifts in the service of God and the community? Let your life
speak. When decisions have to be made, are you ready to join with others in seeking
clearness, asking for God's guidance and offering counsel to one another?
We are called to live
'in the virtue of that life and power that takes away the occasion of all
wars'. Do you faithfully maintain our testimony that war and the preparation for
war are inconsistent with the spirit of Christ? Search out whatever in your own
way of life may contain the seeds of war. Stand firm in our testimony, even
when others commit or prepare to commit acts of violence, yet always remember
that they too are children of God.
Are you alert to
practices here and throughout the world which discriminate against people on
the basis of who or what they are or because of their beliefs? Bear witness to
the humanity of all people, including those who break society's conventions or
its laws. Try to discern new growing points in social and economic life. Seek
to understand the causes of injustice, social unrest and fear. Are you working
to bring about a just and compassionate society which allows everyone to
develop their capacities and fosters the desire to serve?
He said he liked the high ideals expressed by these
statements. I agreed that they are beautiful ideas, but it is another matter
whether we actually live up to them. Up until then I had been squatting in the floor
of the cell, and he invited me to sit on his bunk and talk some more.
I told him that we have no priest or preacher in charge of
our Meeting. I explained our Quaker marriage service, where couples take each
other in the presence and under the care of Meeting. I explained our practice
have having committees to help us find clearness in difficult decisions. And
how we are sometimes led by the Spirit to act in the world, and we test these
leadings in our community. I told him the story of how I was led to stop
wearing a tie in Court as a testimony to simplicity and equality, against the
hierarchy of Court. During one difficult
encounter with a judge, the judge threatened to hold me in contempt, but
ultimately relented and said, “You may appear as you are.”
And as I said these words, I realized that is all these
dreamers wanted. They want to “appear as they are,” undocumented and unafraid,
and be accepted into their own community. We suddenly shared an experience of
standing up to authority in a risky way – just to be who we are. I told him
that when the judge was being critical, I felt protected, held, and guided by
the Spirit to respond with words that came from somewhere else. Following a
leading for social justice is like riding a wave on the waters of
righteousness, and our only task is to be humbly faithful to our small part.
All else will be taken care of. I
recognized myself in this young man, a fundamental connection of seekers.
He shared some of the details of his own spiritual path, and
expressed a curiosity about learning more about Quakers. He thought it might be
a good fit for him.
As our conversation wound down, I offered him my Red Book.
He said, “Oh No, I couldn’t.” But I told
him it would give me a great deal of pleasure if he took the book. In fact, I
think that is why the Red Book came with me today.