{"id":8638,"date":"2019-05-22T15:41:59","date_gmt":"2019-05-22T20:41:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/?p=8638"},"modified":"2026-02-26T13:40:48","modified_gmt":"2026-02-26T19:40:48","slug":"choosing-not-to-live-in-fear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/2019\/05\/22\/choosing-not-to-live-in-fear\/","title":{"rendered":"Choosing not to live in fear"},"content":{"rendered":"

My feet were numb. It was the night of January 27, 2017, and I was standing outside O\u2019Hare International Airport in Chicago with hundreds of supporters of Muslims.The number of Muslims, immigrants, allies and politicos surged to 1,000 in a few short hours. Many travelers arriving at O\u2019Hare decided to forgo their itineraries and join us as we stood in opposition to President Donald Trump\u2019s Muslim ban. Standing in the cold, a knot began to form in my gut. <\/span><\/p>\n

President Trump\u2019s executive order banning travel from several Muslim countries to the United States was just the start of many intense times of terror for me. I was working as a media liaison for an immigrant-rights organization. <\/span>Trump threatened and attacked Welcoming Cities with disparaging rhetoric and legislation, kept young immigrants with DACA-work permits in permanent limbo and fear of deportation, ended Temporary Protected Status for several countries and more. However, Trump has also put into the spotlight an infrastructure that has long existed in the U.S. to imprison immigrants and people of color. His shock-doctrine was a wake-up call. <\/span><\/p>\n

Each attack on the freedom of the people I worked with drove a knife into my guts. Every time a reporter called me, my chest would tighten, Adrenaline rushed through my body. My phone, constantly blowing up with reporters and my co-workers, threatened my ability to relax. I pined for weekends and evenings free of my mobile device.<\/span> T<\/span>here was never time to detach. <\/span><\/p>\n

Since the first whispers in 2015 that Donald Trump could be a legitimate contender for president, I\u2019ve been thinking and reading about people who have lived in oppressive countries throughout history and how they dealt with really scary regimes. Often, I think of repression during the soviet rule of Eastern Europe and the stories I\u2019ve heard about people quietly getting by in the midst of authoritarianism and surveillance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of course, the U.S. has been terrorizing people of color, subjugating women and waging war on the world for a long time, but what really changed in 2017, I think, is white folks\u2019 ability to ignore it. <\/span><\/p>\n

I spent a lot of 2017 really pushing hard against the system, in the media and otherwise, and living in a constant cycle of panic and reaction. I think much of it was due to the workaholic environment I was in, but it was also because I was so consumed in fear and locked into a narrative of us vs. them. Each crisis felt like an emergency. People around me carried a messiah-complex leadership and lacked a way of looking at the world from a historic, spiritual dimension. That work climate fed off Trump\u2019s fear and the media\u2019s flurry of speculation, and without proper reflection, we ingested the terror. <\/span><\/p>\n

I was worried about how so many social justice and political organizations function, and began to seek out a job and lifestyle that were more balanced. I needed space for reflection so that I could regain my courage and face the reality of our world. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe needed poetry, in some ways, more than we needed bread.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

This phrase really sticks with me<\/strong><\/span><\/a>. In a world that seems dead set on destruction, the human spirit is strengthened with art. We need art to transform fear. We need art to be human.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I was 100 percent absorbed in immigration work, it was extremely difficult for me to find space for self-reflection and spiritual growth. I could barely find strength in art, something that has always fed my soul. Instead, I was stuck in a cycle of fear and putting out one fire after another. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Watching the sunrise from a mountaintop in Cuba (image by Sophie Vodvarka)<\/p>\n

A few weeks ago,<\/span> I went on vacation to Cuba<\/a><\/strong>. One pre-dawn morning, we hiked up a star-lit mountain with a local guide who laughed and joked with us as we trudged through mud. On the top of the mountain we watched the sunrise. That moment, among so many others, were joyful, though heavy. <\/span><\/p>\n

Because we spent so much of our time with Cuban people, we learned about the reality of life on the island. <\/span>Most Cubans can only earn around $40 a month working for the communist state. Although they are highly educated, they have nearly no opportunities outside of government employment except for the new tourism industry. <\/span>It\u2019s nearly impossible for most Cubans to travel, due to lack of funds. Many people are afraid to talk to their neighbors about the government, because a KGB-esqe secret police keeps the population in check. On an architecture tour, we learned about the housing crisis in Cuba and how difficult it is for young people there to marry and create families of their own. In the evenings, we witnessed people standing in line for bread. We also saw U.S. National Security Advisor John Bolton on television, threatening a new embargo on Cuba. We heard people say that they were not looking forward to using ration cards again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although these people lacked many freedoms, they shared with us their beauty and humanity. <\/span><\/p>\n

We danced, swam, hiked, rode horseback and enjoyed awesome music. We drove through Havana and the countryside in 1950s American cars. We were privileged to spend nearly all of our time chatting with Cubans in Spanish and in English. A conversation with one Cuban we met really stuck with me. As they told us about their reality, I asked them how it felt to risk speaking openly. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI just decided not to live in fear.\u201d <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I was impressed by this openness. Fear is so sneaky, and it affects people in such different ways. But if not addressed, fear always leads us to live only in its proscriptive box, outside of the spiritual world where empathy, vulnerability and courage reside. <\/span><\/p>\n

Our friend in Cuba decided not to let the cages of a repressive communist state control them. And they gave us a great gift of vulnerability in the process, allowing us to understand, a little more, what their life and the lives of the people whose country we were visiting are really like.<\/span><\/p>\n

Looking back to when Trump was first inaugurated, to the immigration battles, to being overworked and to when I was consumed with fear, I realize that I was unable to see <\/span>a third way<\/a><\/strong> to live \u2014 both taking care of my soul and addressing systemic issues in our country and world. I had given in to fear.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I feel more like a whole person again, I am focusing on a different path forward<\/span> \u2014 <\/span>building up peace and looking at the historical strategies people have employed to fight oppressive regimes throughout the world. As I do, I am learning that one surefire way to succeed is to tend to our souls, to the beauty of art and freedom. No matter what comes, if we focus on our physical and spiritual well-being, we can identify fear and stop if from consuming our hearts.<\/span><\/p>\n

We can\u2019t control the world, but we can choose how to respond to it. I choose not to live in fear.<\/span><\/p>\n

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ABOUT THE RABBLE ROUSER<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sophie Vodvarka<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Sophie Vodvarka<\/a> enjoys writing about creative living, particularly spirituality, art, travel and current affairs. She has an affinity for gypsy music and lives joyfully in Chicago, Illinois, with her partner. Follow her blog @ Straight into oblivion<\/a><\/strong> and on Twitter @SophieVodvarka.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"My feet were numb. It was the night of January 27, 2017, and I was standing outside O\u2019Hare International Airport in Chicago with hundreds of supporters of Muslims.The number of Muslims, immigrants, allies and politicos surged to 1,000 in a few short hours. Many travelers arriving at O\u2019Hare decided to forgo their itineraries and join...","protected":false},"author":30858310,"featured_media":8641,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","episode_type":"","audio_file":"","podmotor_file_id":"","podmotor_episode_id":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","filesize_raw":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[698755602],"tags":[301361,16719,541516,537150,32976,2663979,678,658054,4363,532055,30673964,226249,114694,2282,13993,1142612,200,500096],"series":[698756626],"class_list":["post-8638","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-peacemakingandnonviolence","tag-authoritarianism","tag-cuba","tag-daca","tag-executive-order","tag-fear","tag-fear-tactics","tag-history","tag-human-spirit","tag-immigration","tag-immigration-rights","tag-muslim-ban","tag-oppression","tag-refugees","tag-social-justice","tag-spiritual-growth","tag-the-third-way","tag-travel","tag-white-privilege","series-messy-jesus-business"],"acf":[],"episode_featured_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/cuba-sophie-vodvarka.jpg","episode_player_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/plugins\/seriously-simple-podcasting\/assets\/images\/no-album-art.png","download_link":"","player_link":"","audio_player":false,"episode_data":{"playerMode":"dark","subscribeUrls":{"apple_podcasts":{"key":"apple_podcasts","url":"","label":"Apple Podcasts","class":"apple_podcasts","icon":"apple-podcasts.png"},"stitcher":{"key":"stitcher","url":"","label":"Stitcher","class":"stitcher","icon":"stitcher.png"},"google_podcasts":{"key":"google_podcasts","url":"","label":"Google Podcasts","class":"google_podcasts","icon":"google-podcasts.png"},"spotify":{"key":"spotify","url":"","label":"Spotify","class":"spotify","icon":"spotify.png"}},"rssFeedUrl":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/feed\/podcast\/messy-jesus-business","embedCode":"

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