[L-I] Thinking of Hunter [John Lacny]

I read this extraordinarily fine statement on our Marxist list at 4:30 am,
MST [Idaho], December 13, 2003.  It is written by John Lacny -- a young,
creatively activist labor radical in his mid-twenties.  He presently works
with a large union.  Since our battle with Lupus began, I have received a
strong and continual flow of very supportive messages, all of which I
appreciate mightily.
There are many people in the large canoe in which we now travel.
I post this with pride.  Hunterbear

THINKING OF HUNTER [BY JOHN LACNY]

Hunter Gray is going through a time that I suppose we will all have to go
through, and what he is experiencing is an intensely personal thing -- even
as the rest of us talk about the burning issues that affect the rest of
society. I know that Hunter would have it no other way.

But most of all I am struck by the way Hunter talks about his disease -- it
is "our" lupus, "our" battle. Hunter is keenly aware that his family is as
much a part of the battle as he is, as are his doctors, caregivers, and all
of the people he has drawn sustenance from in the course of life's many
struggles -- hopefully including those of us he has met only "virtually" in
the last few years. Never does Hunter waver from the conviction that he does
not face what very well could be his final fight alone. Everything about the
man is about collective struggle, and the hope and sustenance drawn from
other people. How ironic it is that at that most personal moment, when he is
staring Death itself in the face, that he gives us some of the best
illustration of what fine human beings were produced by that Beloved
Community which he helped to shape and which also shaped him. Because:

Just my hands can't build a better world,
Just your hands can't build a better world,
But if two and two and fifty make a million,
We'll see that day come 'round,
We'll see that day come 'round.
- - - - -
John Lacny

Hunter Gray  [Hunterbear]  Micmac/St Francis Abenaki/St Regis Mohawk
In the mountains of southeastern Idaho
www.hunterbear.org
Protected by Na´shdo´i´ba´i´
and Ohkwari'


In our Gray Hole, the ghosts often dance in the junipers and sage, on the
game trails, in the tributary canyons with the thick red maples, and on the
high windy ridges -- and they dance from within the very essence of our own
inner being. They do this especially when the bright night moon shines down
on the clean white snow that covers the valley and its surroundings.  Then
it is as bright as day -- but in an always soft and mysterious and
remembering way. [Hunterbear]



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