This weekend, we ushered in the autumn equinox with a neighborhood social, bonfire, performance and bake sale.
Our House founding member K inspired righteousness with fierce poetry of social justice, house resident E roused comedic empathy with a ukulele and the tribulations of on-line dating, and local musician Charlie Geyer of Storm Kid knocked it out of the park on the guitar.
Corn and apples were heavily featured in our menu of goodies because FALL! Popcorn, cornbread, elote, dried apple slices, apple turnover, apple cider, mini pumpkin pies. Yum. The bake sale raised funds to contribute to the bail and legal support fund for Lakota activist Ryder Rowland.
Altogether we made $283, and Our House is going to match that so see our donation of $566 live on the Free Ryder Rowland gofundme tonight!
There's only ~~$50 dollars~~ left to complete the GoFundMe--someone take us over the finish line! You can still contribute to the Free Ryder Rowland gofundme.
Ryder was jailed this year in connection with non-violent direct actions he participated in all the way back in 2015 as part of the campaign against Liquid Genocide in the "town" of Whiteclay, NE. Whiteclay was established in 1904 on the outskirts of the (dry) Pine Ridge reservation as a way to funnel alcohol into the community, in a deliberate strategy (endorsed by Teddy Roosevelt) for fatally weakening Lakota social and political cohesion, cultural vitality and physical health.
We planned to show a film about the campaign he's been a part of, but technical glitches prevented this. Here's a link to watch it yourself if you like:
Radical Resistance Tour episode 10 at Pine Ridge, South Dakota.
Finally if you had fun last night celebrating Autumn, we have four words for you to keep in mind next month: Dia de los Muertos.
Farmy Days in October: it will be Oct. 10 and 24, from 2 to 6 in the afternoon. Please come join us--it's late in the season but as of this weekend there were still tomatoes, tomatillos, gourds and kale to pick, and sweet potatoes yet to come.
PS Check out the weird warty gourds we grew. Or that grew themselves. We suspect they were implanted in the soil by aliens and took over the garden.
