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Prayer and Work, the Answer for These Times — An Interview with Robert Waldrop

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Robert Waldrop is a fourth-generation Oklahoman whose great-grandparents homesteaded in Oklahoma before statehood. He was born and raised on a farm in southwest Oklahoma close to the Texas border. He is the director of music at the Catholic Church of the Epiphany of the Lord, the founder of the Oscar Romero Catholic Worker House community, and the president of the Oklahoma Food Cooperative. He previously served on the Migrants and Refugees Advisory Committee of Catholic Charities OKC, the board of the Oklahoma Sustainability Network, and the Oklahoma Food Policy Council. He lives in an inner city neighborhood, on 1/7th of an acre, where he grows more than 100 different varieties of useful or edible plants. Having followed his work online for a number of years, I thought that the current economic stresses made this an especially good time to interview him and introduce his work to Catholic Exchange readers.

Kochan: Robert, or do you prefer Bob…?

Waldrop: I always sign my name Robert, but in person people generally refer to me as Bob, unless they are from my home town where I am called Bobby Max. After all, if you have two names, it’s a waste not to use them both.

Kochan: Thanks so much for sharing some of your thoughts with CE readers. Would you please give us a bit of an introduction to the work done through the Oscar Romero Catholic Worker House, and some of your other community projects?

Waldrop: The Oscar Romero Catholic Worker House works in the charism and tradition of Dorothy Day and Peter Maurin, founders of the Catholic Worker movement.

As such, we are personalists, which means we are willing to take personal responsibility for making the world a better place by doing the works of justice, peace, and mercy. You could say, in general, that we comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable. Our particular work is in food security. We deliver food to people in need who don’t have transportation to get to a food bank, promote permaculture and gardening, and mutual aid in times of distress.

Kochan: It was recently widely reported in the media that one in six dollars spent now in the US economy comes to the spender from the Federal Government. Some thoughts, please, on this increasing dependence of people on the government?

Waldrop: The Catholic Worker movement has always been concerned about the politicization of “life, the universe, and everything”. The leviathan state is an on-going juggernaut, devouring all in its path.

But I hasten to add that the situation is much larger than what most people think about when they think “government dependency” (i.e. means-tested social programs like Medicaid or food stamps). A substantial portion of our economy is utterly dependent upon the government. Some of the highest paying jobs in Oklahoma City and in many other areas are funded by the military budget.

Communities are dependent upon military bases, and production of weapons of war. The economic issue here is that military spending is inherently unproductive. Instead of investing in plows and productive machinery, we invest in building items that are designed to be destroyed, ultimately, the same thing as piling up billions of dollars and just setting it on fire.

But the problem is even deeper than this.

Government economic policies promote huge misallocations of wealth. Here in Oklahoma, our state government is busy building 4 lane highways connecting towns of 5000 population with towns of 400 population. Now, I don’t begrudge anyone access, but four lane highways? And every mile, where a county gravel road meets the highway, it turns into 6 lanes, because there is a turn lane each way.

Government finagling of interest rates promotes unsustainable and frivolous consumption.

Because of all of this distortion of our economy, we are all headed, inevitably, for poverty. Our nation is headed for the ash heap of history, and I see no way to rescue us from that destination.

Now is the time to prepare, work, and hope for a managed, soft-landing, rather than a chaotic hard crash.

Kochan: I know that you have been working for many years on community resilience and family and personal preparedness. Can you help us tie these things in with Catholic social justice teaching?

Waldrop: No one man or woman is an island. We are all part of a community and have a moral obligation to preserve and protect the common good in all circumstances. The Church’s teachings on subsidiarity tell us that there are appropriate roles for federal, state, local government actions, and for civil society, the Church, and the family. The concept of neighbors helping neighbors — mutual aid — is as old as civilization and as important as the air we breathe. The Church teaches that we all have human rights, and that all of those rights come with responsibilities. And finally, the Church teaches that we have a right — and a duty — to participate in our own lives. We should not be just mindless automatons, unable or unwilling to act on our own behalf, simply waiting passively for something to happen to us.

So it is my belief that like charity, community resilience begins in the home and then grows organically from that base into the wider civil society and local governments.

Kochan: In response to the economic downturn — recession, depression, or whatever you want to call it — all of us are being asked to more than ever support our local food banks, St. Vincent dePaul programs, etc. within our communities and parishes. Often this amounts to taking a shopping list from the food bank to the local supermarket and buying canned and boxed goods to drop off at church when we go to Mass. This has always bothered me because the quality of the food they request tends to be so poor — highly processed and loaded with preservatives and sodium. Not at all what I generally feed my own family. Is there another way to handle these needs?

Waldrop: I get a lot of plastic grocery bags left at my office door at church with four cans of green beans in them. And I am grateful for each can of green beans that someone gives. But I often wish that they would expand their horizons a bit and give something that they themselves would like to eat, OR at least something highly nutritious and often scarce at food pantries like powdered or canned milk, canned meats, and peanut butter. One of the things on my list of things to do is to organize home bread bakers who would bake bread for the poor. Another thing that we rarely if ever get is fresh vegetables. Home gardeners can plant an extra row or bed or two or three for the poor, and that’s a great gift.

If we wanted to think really radical, parishes and dioceses could actually buy farms and ranches, and operate them for the purpose of raising and producing food for the poor. We could have our own canneries and produce a line of canned goods for the poor — “St. Joseph’s”. The Mormons do this, internationally, and I always think that if the Mormons could figure this out, so could we Catholics. The Mormons know that the value of something like this goes far beyond the actual production of the food item. It might actually be cheaper for them just to go into the regular wholesale trade and buy all that food, but actually producing it themselves promotes solidarity. I lived in Utah for 16 years (instead of becoming a Mormon, though, I became a Catholic), and one hears tales of bank presidents working side-by-side with day laborers at the Mormon church’s canneries.

Kochan: In a lot of areas right now — especially where the auto industry has been a mainstay — communities are failing. Services are being cut back, including policing. Crime is growing and people are watching the disintegration of their way of life. Those with the means to do so are fleeing these areas, while others are economically trapped. From the perspective of a single person or family, things seem bleak and overwhelming.

But cooperatively is there anything that can be done? Can you offer any nuts and bolts advice for people in these situations?

Waldrop: People in such situations need to organize with their neighbors and start small, simple, easy projects that promote community well-being. For example, picking up trash in the neighborhood. Trash in the streets and etc. sends a message: nobody cares about this territory. So crime begins to flourish and people are victimized. Picking up the trash, regularly, is a place to start.

Another idea would be to start a community garden.

It’s hard to give an exact recipe, because areas are so different. The point is to look at the challenges, and figure out ways to surmount them by people working with their neighbors. That isn’t always an easy process. It is sometimes easier to love your neighbor (in theory) who lives say in China or Africa, than it is to actually love your next door neighbor. But that’s the place to start if you want to rescue your neighborhood.

And we shouldn’t forget the power of prayer, especially the Rosary. I love the Rosary because oftentimes I am faced with complex problems that I just don’t have a clue what to do about. The Rosary always helps. I prayed the Rosary a week after the bombing of the Federal Building here in Oklahoma City right in front of the fenced off area where the recovery work was going on. I’ve prayed the Rosary at places where people were murdered, where drugs are sold, at an abortuary, and places where there are prostitutes and I like giving rosaries to prostitutes and drug dealers.

I also am devoted to the Jesus prayer — “Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me a sinner”. I have written a short Taize-like chorus and I like to sing that over and over when I may be especially troubled about something.

I mention this because as Catholics it is always important to remember that we cannot do any of this in our own strength. We must depend on God.

Our Catholic Worker house was founded 10 years ago this coming July, and we have done a lot of different things since then, but we would not have endured to this point without the power of prayer and the supernatural graces that we receive.

Dorothy Day and the early Catholic Workers used to talk about “picketing St. Joseph”, and the communion of saints is a very intense part of our work. This summer we will do a “novena of novenas”; we started on the Immaculate Heart of Mary (June 20th) and will be ending on the Nativity of Mary (September 8th), nine consecutive novenas in honor of Mary and various saints of justice and peace. Ora et labora, prayer and work, that is the Catholic Worker way.

Kochan: Thank you, Bob. I’m very grateful to have had this discussion with you because I’ve been an admirer of your work for some years.

CE readers who would like more information about the Catholic Worker response to difficult times and Bob Waldrop’s projects can get more infomation at the following websites:

Click here to download the pdf document for the Summer Novena.

Better Times info is an Internet library covering everything from disaster response and developing family and community food security to frugality, simple living and socially responsible shopping and… well you just have to see it to believe it.

Justpeace.org is devoted to the study, practice and spirituality of Catholic social justice teaching.

Bob blogs at BobWaldrop.net.

20 Resilient Responses for Troubled Economic Times is a pdf created for family discussion, for distribution to groups, friends, and communities.

Gatewood Urban Homestead is the permaculture design for Bob’s super-insulated home, which sits in a densely populated neighborhood close to downtown Oklahoma City, on 1/7th of an acre — and has more than 100 different varieties of useful or edible plants growing on the former lawns.

Bob’s resources on energy conservation and sustainability are here: Access to Energy Conservation.

Lettuce Have Some Solidarity

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My household is living through the lettuce glut. Lettuce is one of the first things to come to maturity in my Georgia garden and due to the fast onset of warm weather and the southern latitude with its long days, it bolts (goes to seed) quickly. So to beat the clock, we get it in as early as possible, and start eating it while still young. There are still over 20 heads left –- romaine and curly leaf — even though I have been giving some away and we have eaten half a dozen in the past 10 days or so. The race is on. We have only days left before the warmth and sunshine give the signal and suddenly the leaves turn bitter and an elongated stalk pushes its way out of every head.

During the lettuce glut we eat lettuce. We make salads, of course, sandwiches with layers of lettuce as the main ingredient, tortillas and taco salad loaded with shredded green stuff. And we get tired of lettuce. But we still eat it. Complaining is not allowed. It’s family policy. Or at least it’s my policy. It’s solidarity with those who can’t always eat what they want. Sometimes we need to just eat what is there. Even if we prefer something else. Even if we are tired of what is there.

Lest you think it is all deprivation, during the lettuce glut we also have asparagus. It’s not a glut, but a steady supply for about 6 weeks. We love asparagus. But we never buy it. We eat it when it comes up and then we do without until next year. It’s not just that the freshly-picked asparagus is better. We simply choose to limit ourselves to enjoying what we can grow of it, to being dependent upon the land and upon the work we put into planting, weeding, and mulching for that particular delicacy.

We want to remind ourselves that most poor people live with fewer choices than what our lives allow. Many are very dependent on the land, on what they can grow. Even so, our chosen lettuce austerity does not mimic how vulnerable they are. Were my lettuce crop to fail –- be eaten by pests or turned to pulp by hail — we would buy something green at the grocery store. We would not go hungry.

But by intentionally growing and eating the lettuce, voluntarily limiting our choices to what we can grow at certain times of the year, we are forced to reflect on the lives of those for whom an insect infestation or hail storm do mean hunger. We train ourselves to be less insistent on what “I want,” on what “I like,” or what “I prefer.” We are helped to recognize how spoiled we are. How easily including lettuce in lunch and again at dinner grates on us so that we look out the back window to the garden and wish for the lettuce to be gone. Until we remember that many poor people in this world will eat the same poor fare day after day after day. For months.

This overweening propensity we have in this country to want what I want when I want it and to want it now, is greed. There is an argument out there that says that greed is good, that makes greed the capitalist engine of America’s prosperity and that of the world. But the desire to serve others, not greed, is the true foundation of a sustainable capitalist society in which the bottom line is not counted merely in dollars and cents, but in community and friendships.

News reports say that the economic downturn is causing many more Americans to start gardening. Even gleaning is coming back. I hope this is more than a passing fad, and that the seeds of solidarity with the poor are among those being planted.

Babushka’s Garden

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I’ve been thinking about Babushka a lot lately. “Babushka” is our (loving) nickname for the elderly woman who lives across the alley. She’s from Bosnia and can barely speak English. She lost a number of family members in the uprisings years back and moved here to Cudahy, Wisconsin with some of the survivors.

I had great difficulty understanding her – I think she might have had a stroke at one time because her speech was somewhat slurred. But we still waved and smiled at each other across the cement. One time she came over and gave me two little figurines from Spain. They’re Spanish dancers, poised with flare and big smiles on their faces. I still have them sitting in my little knickknack cupboard. In her broken English, she told me that her granddaughter had brought them from Spain and that she didn’t like them so she wanted us to have them. “For the baby, for the baby” she kept repeating as she pointed to little John-John, her eyes absolutely aglow.

The thing I admired most about Babushka was her gardening finesse. Every year she was out there like clockwork the minute the soil had begun to thaw. I’d hear the chugsch… chugsch… chugsch… of the hoes and shovels as I poured my morning coffee and the schooosh of the hose as she watered while I ate lunch with the kids. She’d work hour after hour in her bare feet (regardless of the temperature), preparing the soil, planting, weeding, cultivating, and nurturing. And she’d end up with the most beautiful, abundant garden I’d ever seen — all on a small city lot no more than several yards one way and several yards the other. In the evenings, she’d sit on an old beat-up chair just outside her back door and take in the essence of her day’s labor.

Sometimes her family would come and help, but I never saw them doing a whole lot. I imagine she was so adept at it that there wasn’t much for them to do by the time they showed up. More often than not, they were sent away with bagsful of produce.

Ah, Babushka.

This year I didn’t hear the same chugschs and shoooschs. I noticed that her garden wasn’t nearly up to snuff and haven’t seen her on her rickety old chair. But I’ve been so busy with my own life that I haven’t looked into it. What a shame.

A few weeks ago while driving past the front of her house, I saw one of her daughters pushing her into the house in a wheelchair. Suddenly I felt so very sad.

This is the way life goes. We grow up, grow busy, grow apart, and grow old. In the interim, we try to find meaning, try to live our faith, try to discover God’s will for us, try to leave something behind that will be of benefit to others. We’re not supposed to be around here forever — we belong with our Father in heaven and we need to spend our lives in expectation of that.

The question is, what will we leave behind when we go? After a lifetime of chugsching and shoosching, what will we have to show for it? One would hope that we’d have bagsful of produce to hand out along the way. It would be awesome if, in the evening of lives, we’ll be able to sit on our rickety old chairs and take in the essence of our labor.

That’s possible for all of us, no matter what stage of our lives we’re experiencing, because our heavenly Father can make even the most dismally tended, weed infested garden prosper. All we have to do is kick off our shoes…

[This article originally appeared in the May 8, 2008 edition of The Milwaukee Catholic Herald and is used by permission of the author.]

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