Reflections on 25 Years as a Community Organizer

I began hacking at bushes with a machete believing I saw a path.

People asked me, “what are you doing?”

I said, “I'm hacking at bushes because there’s a path here, an old path, possibly the oldest.”

A few joined in hacking the bushes.

Soon, a path appeared, but I kept hacking.

And hacking,

And hacking.

A friend stopped me from hacking and said “turn around.”

I saw miles of territory had been cleared and all sorts of people were building on the land. I immediately dropped my machete in shock and exclaimed, “I'm tired from hacking, but it does look like all the bushes are clear.”

I guess I'm done with the machete.