Winter is nearly here. Rain is more frequent, as are mysterious foggy mornings and clouded days. Some trees cling to their fall colors, but the ground is now strewn with deep yellow and rust-red leaves.
Only three weeks ago, we were enjoying bright sun and crisp autumn days. I’d like to take you back in time to one of those perfect mid-October days, when I took a walk after an afternoon class at our community center and began wondering…why? Why isn’t this available to everyone?
Our recently renovated community center and adjoining city park take up a full city block. The expanded center occupies one corner of the block. It provides big and small rooms for events, classes, and meetings. There are ample windows letting in plenty of light. To one side of the main doorway is a large paved area with tables, chairs, and benches, all of it sheltered by old-growth trees.
When I left the building and turned the corner to stroll along the sidewalk that edges the park, I heard voices—kids calling out, laughing, and using everything available to them in their colorful, fantasy-like playground.
Beyond the playground, there are tennis courts, and then a sandy area big enough to provide two separate netted areas for volley ball. More voices here—mainly university students hard at play, hitting the ball back and forth over the nets. There were people with their dogs, others walking alone or in pairs, all of us basking in the mild autumn weather.
The park and center were already here when I moved to this small Pacific Northwest city, but I couldn’t help but marvel at the renovation undertaken a little over a year ago. The playground, tennis courts, and volley ball areas are all new, as are the raised vegetable beds along one side of the community center. Paved walkways are judiciously spaced through the park and there are comfortable park benches and well-maintained restrooms.
I took a slow turn along the central walkway and settled on a bench to watch kids with their friends and families playing in the park. I looked to my right at the commodious parking area adjacent to the center. Parking is free, so people from all over our city can access and enjoy the center and the lovely green space of the park.
I thought how fortunate I am to live in this prosperous community, with good schools, a university, and a community college. I felt grateful for people paying taxes and prioritizing a fine public library open seven days a week, grateful for clean water and reliable sanitation services, a well-trained police force and fire fighters, several city parks, and this community center.
On the bulletin boards inside the center there are notices of meetings, gatherings, and events that make it clear we are a community that cares about diversity—we welcome people from other countries, other religions, traditions, and cultures.
I’m not saying we don’t have problems here; we do. But for the most part, this is a good place to live. And from my park bench vantage point, I wondered—why are there people who don’t want this kind of goodness for everyone?
Why are there people hoarding wealth, and corrupt individuals and corporations keeping others down? How is it that certain adults continue to teach their children that black, brown, Asian and indigenous people are lesser beings? Why are there people teaching, preaching, and legislating that some people—because of their race, religion, sexual orientation—are less deserving?
I don’t have answers to my questions. I only know the human family is, ultimately, a family. We are all interrelated. I believe everyone is better off when everyone is better off. I want what most people want—fairness in our workaday world, a healthy environment, a sense of safety, good public spaces and good places to live—these are the things we all need and deserve. It is what I want for everyone, everywhere.