I’m watching Batman Begins and so far? It’s really, really good. The dialogue isn’t as contrived as Spiderman 2 and there certainly isn’t as much high-pitched, blood curdling screaming; then again I’m at the halfway point and I’m watching it on FX.
After Batman bombs during his first encounter with Scarecrow, he’s out for two days. The last thing he remembers is his father whispering, “Why do we fall?”
Personally, I’m at a point in my life where I’ve fallen too many times to bother counting anymore. It sucks – or as I’ve learned to say after five years in the bay – it hella sucks. As in Batman Begins, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, except, the tunnel is vertical and stretches for miles above my head.
“Why do we fall?”
In student organizing, the success rate is dismal, at best. Since we are told that we may never see the result of our planning and brainstorming, of our marching and campaigning in this lifetime, failing at one of these can be fatal for organizations and turn individuals off.
In student organizing, falling hella sucks because we don’t fall on our own; there are other students, the people we serve who see us fall and sometimes fall with us. The politics of personalities and importance of academics, don’t make the falling easier, either.
Why do we fall? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up. Funny, we make the choice to learn, forgive and move on. We can’t just sit at the bottom of our wells or at table of the debris of lost campaigns, actions or coalitions. We pick ourselves up. Here’s looking at you, 2008.
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