We've been talking about dismantling systems and building new ones. About how the current administration is inadvertently giving us the freedom to create what we've always envisioned. About how we learn our neighbors' names and needs as the first acts of resistance. But there's something deeper we need to address: the internal work that makes… Continue reading When Discomfort Becomes Your Compass: Distinguishing Discomfort from Danger in the Work of Resistance
Author: rhieinnon
Your Neighbors’ Names and Needs Are Your First Acts of Resistance
I want you to try something: Close your eyes and picture someone experiencing homelessness in your neighborhood. What did you see? A faceless silhouette sleeping under a bridge? A generic cardboard sign? Or did you see Craig, who sleeps under the 5th Street bridge because it's safer than the shelter, who carries a blue backpack… Continue reading Your Neighbors’ Names and Needs Are Your First Acts of Resistance
Building New Tables: A Seven-Part Series (Accelerated Schedule)
When they dismantle systems, we don't just rebuild—we reimagine. And we don't wait. This seven-part series explores what happens when we stop reforming broken systems and start building alternatives outside institutional frameworks. As federal contracts disappear and technical assistance is dismantled, we're facing not just a crisis, but an opportunity to create what we've always… Continue reading Building New Tables: A Seven-Part Series (Accelerated Schedule)
They’re Dismantling Systems, We’re Building New Ones
I keep hearing the same refrain in meetings, messages, and those late-night calls when nobody can sleep: "I don't know what to do. I'm scared. What happens next?" The fear is real. I feel it too. Federal contracts canceled. Technical assistance dismantled. Years of progress seemingly erased with a signature from people who've never slept… Continue reading They’re Dismantling Systems, We’re Building New Ones
When They Take the Funding, We Build New Tables
A call to action for those who understand that systems change doesn't end when the funding does The news has spread through our networks like wildfire: federal contracts canceled, technical assistance dismantled, years of progress threatened. As someone who recently lost all remaining federal contracts myself, I find myself at a crossroads familiar to many.… Continue reading When They Take the Funding, We Build New Tables
Day 372 10/14/24
"They dropped bombs on the tents set up at the hospital and people sleeping there were burned alive." That is a sentence I just constructed in this, the year of our Lord 2024. These are words that I put together to form a sentence in 2024. "I saw a child being burned alive." Another sentence… Continue reading Day 372 10/14/24
Day 364- Oct 6, 2024
364 days -10/6/24 How do I share in this life and excitement with you, when my mind is full of genocide. I wish it wasn’t. And I just want the means to explain that my mind is full genocide. That a day doesn’t pass where I haven’t yet learned of the last hospital, apartment building,… Continue reading Day 364- Oct 6, 2024
A Journey to the Precipice
Because what it meant was, the real life experiences of real life human beings were not only informing the work we were doing, but constructing a new approach. And as we evolved and our team grew, so did our scope. Because people most impacted were at the design table, and so shaped what we would create.
On Centering Whiteness as Anti Racist Action
But here’s the thing, until those who have come to be known as white are able to understand the impact of the construct of whiteness in relation to the systems and structures that define US culture, governance, economics, and access, dismantling those structures will be impossible.
Houston Hyatt
I’m buying a 4 dollar coffee in the hotel lobby of the Hyatt fucking Regency Using money provided by the organization sponsoring this whole excursion, Carrying no cash, Attending a conference on working with youth experiencing homelessness. I only exist in this opportunity because once, I slept on the streets. Once, I knew the uncertainty… Continue reading Houston Hyatt