#EquitySummer Begins!

Chainbreaker will be spending the summer talking to our neighbors about Santa Fe’s equity crisis and potential solutions. Over 100 days, we’ll tell hundreds of stories, talk to thousands of people and tap into the endless possibilities to make a better Santa Fe. Click here to learn more and get involved!

Support Our Fundraising Drive!

Now is the time for grassroots solidarity and support!

Chainbreaker has been fighting for over a decade to build a Santa Fe that respects our values of social, economic, environmental and racial justice and won many victories toward that end. We will continue this struggle no matter who is president. But the stakes are higher now than ever before. And our need for support is greater now than ever before.

Now we are doing this work under a presidential administration openly hostile to our community and the values we hold dear. We have every confidence in our people and our ability to organize. However, we know we must expect new challenges, threats and attacks.

This means that the work Chainbreaker will be called to do will increase dramatically over the next four years. At the same time, we can expect funding for the work we do to dwindle as the economy suffers and institutions become intimidated. Our annual budget is roughly the equivalent to what Donald Trump makes in a single day. On that shoestring budget, we can maintain our current capacity and keep moving forward. But only with your support.

In order to survive Trump’s term and answer the call to fight for justice in this critical time of need, we will need to raise $600,000 over the next 4 years. Our goal is to raise 1% ($6,000) of that in the first 30 days of his administration.

You can help us reach that goal by donating today!

Your donation of whatever you can contribute will send a powerful message that we, as a people, are united in struggle, ready to defend our victories and committed to advancing our values. Our first action in 2017 will be to host a Development Without Displacement symposium that will use the Resident’s Bill of Rights to help guide the city’s budget conversations in March. This will be more critical now than ever. We will not be intimidated by threats of cuts or open hostility. We will make sure Santa Fe’s values remain intact.

By giving generously today, you can help make sure that, together, we can survive, thrive and advance the movement for economic and environmental justice no matter who is in office.

Contribute now: Let’s show a strong commitment to civil rights, human rights and social justice from the get go!

 

Posolada TONIGHT at 5PM!

It’s the time of year again for our annual Posolada. Each year, we host a community event where we celebrate the victories and accomplishments of the year and set the stage for the year to come. This year’s Posolada is:

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 18th at 5:00PM.

As always, the event is free and once again, we’ll be giving away 20 kid-bikes to families with children who would otherwise be unable to afford one. There will be food and fun for the whole family. ¡No Faltes!

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Join us at the Posolada THIS SUNDAY!

It’s the time of year again for our annual Posolada. Each year, we host a community event where we celbrate the victories and accomplishments of the year and set the stage for the year to come. This year’s Posolada is:

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 18th at 5:00PM.

As always, the event is free and once again, we’ll be giving away 20 kid-bikes to families with children who would otherwise be unable to afford one. There will be food and fun for the whole family. ¡No Faltes!

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The Unfortunate Logic of Dreams

November 9, 2016, 6:00 a.m. – I almost didn’t get out of bed this morning. My phone was buzzing and beeping. My radio alarms were blaring the sound of shock jockeys acting shocked. I did not turn them off. I did not hit the snooze button. I just laid there, my body weak and deflated. Facing the choice of getting up or going back to sleep.

My mind cast its vote in favor of sleep, with promises to return to a world where I can fly if I believe I can.

But my heart responded to the alarms by keeping time with their rhythm. It filled my veins with nutrients. It pushed my blood into my muscles. It refused to allow me to pull my comforter back over my chest.

It wouldn’t accept the idea of laying down when I should be standing up.

It made me open my mouth to breath in a new combination of gases. It made my lungs extract what they needed, then pushed the rest back into the atmosphere.

Perhaps the trees that are still standing can use what remains.

My left foot slowly found the floor. I could only hope it would support my wight as I shifted from the softness of my bed to the firmness of the ground. I had reason to believe it would. It has every other morning so far. Even on the mornings that came after the darkest nights.

I stood, my body still pleading, my mind still aching, but my heart still pounding. The time for sleeping was over. A new day had arrived.

A new kind of day. In a new world, so similar to the old one, it is frightening.

***

Last night many people in this country were awakened from the dream they tried so desperately to believe was real. It was a beautiful dream. A post-racist united states. A shattered glass ceiling. A world without struggle. Or need to struggle.

But those of us who haven’t had a good nights sleep in far too long have been sounding the alarms. We’ve been widening the cracks of empire and congregating around the light that trickled through them. We’ve been working to de-segregate our cities and stop the spread of urban colonialism. We’ve been fighting the separation of our familias and tearing down walls put up to stop our ability to move freely. We’ve been calling murder out for what it is and demanding our lives matter. We’ve been praying and holding the line to stop poison from being piped through our lands and legacies. We’ve been coming out of closets and into the streets. We’ve been forming unions and workers committees. We’ve been exposing violations and atrocities.

We’ve been organizing like our lives have depended on it. Because they do. And always have.

Our people have faced open racism and bigotry before, yet children have been born and lived to hear the tales.

Our movement has faced repression and backlash before, yet new generations of organizers have risen.

Our hearts have broken before, yet we got up from our beds and faced the day ahead of us.

Still, I can’t lie. Things are going to get worse before they get better. The backlash to the first Black president of the united states has begun in earnest. We knew it would come. Perhaps we should have prepared for it. But we chose the dream instead. The policies of racism and misogyny have long been on the books. But the pages of those books were seldom read aloud in polite spaces. Now they are shouted with pride. A day of open and unapologetic white-supremacy and patriarchy has dawned. The morning has broken. The dream is gone.

It was a beautiful dream and our minds are telling us it can’t be over. That is the unfortunate logic of dreams. One minute you’re flying, the next, you’re falling. Who was once kissing you, is now chasing you. When you open your mouth to smile, your teeth start falling out. In a dream, things are always ok in the end. “Stay in bed,” our minds are pleading. “Maybe the beauty will return.”

But our hears know what must be done. We have to get up, though are hands and feet are sore from making phone calls and knocking doors. We must get up.

It is true, one dream is over and another is beginning. It’s starting off as a nightmare because that is the unfortunate logic of dreams. Our hearts are broken, but they are still beating. The more of us that push through the fatigue of the struggle, the louder the beating will get. Blood will rush to our feet and hands and carry oxygen to our brains. Our hearts will remind us that our lives have always depended on our ability to organize.

And we will respond to the nightmare with a truly beautiful dream. We will respond to yesterday with tomorrow. We will respond to oppression as we always have, with resistance. We will organize. And one day, we will overcome.

No staying in bed this morning compañeras. We’ve got work to do.

 

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