Chi-Urban Excursion

3/12 – Day Three: Poetry, Museums, Vegetables

March 13, 2013 · 2 Comments

Our most active day so far here in Chicago was, luckily, also the first to be graced by blue skies.  We had a packed schedule ahead of us and it seems the sun had come out to lend its support.  On this bright morning we set out in our colossal Chicago Center van to the neighborhood of Inglewood, known in Chicago as one of the more violent areas, to see the Growing Home urban farms.

The farm, nestled amidst blocks and blocks of dense residential streets, was unlike anything I had seen before.  You turn a corner, and suddenly – the smell of peat, rows of hoop-houses, fogged greenhouse windows.  Outreach Manager Sonya Harper showed us around at told us a bit about what the farm is about.

The inhospitable weather conditions unfortunately didn’t allow us to see much of the growing produce, as the spinach and radish seedlings had to be kept covered so they could survive.  But the farm’s mission certainly impressed.  Growing Home not only serves as a source of fresh, organic produce to a neighborhood with only one grocery store, but is staffed with interns from Inglewood itself, there to learn important job skills and get experience that can help them into future jobs.  The produce they grow is sold in the hip organic grocery stores of Lincoln Park, and in Inglewood, where it’s sold at half price (or even cheaper than that for customers with EBT).

Sonya tells us she’s only been working at Growing Home for a year.  She had been working in televised news for a few major networks, but grew sick of the way the neighborhood she grew up in was portrayed in the media, and the way stories of local violence rarely made it to the news.  Yearning for a job that could help build Inglewood up, she left for Growing Home.

With fresh vegetation on our mind we piled back in the van and head for Soul Vegetarian, a restaurant that serves classic soul food dishes as completely vegan meals.  We all delighted in watching Spencer and Junior take their first tastes of tofu, and delighted even more in excellent meatless BBQ sandwiches.

From there we went to the DuSable Museum of African American History, where we saw prints and read poetry from Margaret T.G. Burroughs, learned about artifacts and culture from different regions of Africa, and heard the story of Harold Washington, Chicago’s first black mayor, as told by his animatronic likeness who rarely failed to make unsettling eye contact.

After DuSable, we had a few hours of free time, so we hopped out of the van on the way home to visit the Field Museum of Natural History.  With only about two hours until closing time, we split up to make sure we could all see the exhibits we were excited about.  Ryan, Carolina, Katie, and I headed for the dinosaurs.  Dinosaurs are great.  I like to look at Triceratops skeletons and wonder how completely mindblown the first person ever to unearth one must have felt.

Once the museum closed we decided to take the Red Line back to the hostel. Our luck with weather had evidently run out – snowflakes like cottonballs obscured our vision on the walk to the train station.  Once we were home we split up again for dinner.  I made a beeline for the local Shawarma place, upon Spencer and Francis’ recommendation.  Riding an adventurous wave, I ate a parsley salad, which is a combination of two foods that I usually hate.  I liked it.

We all filled up and drank our coffee and got back in the van at about seven for the last event of the day, an open mic poetry event at the KLEO Center (Keep Loving Every One), a place for after school programs and other things of the sort that help give Chicago’s youth a safe place to be.  I was unsure what to expect from this event, as my previous experience with an open mic was partially comprised of awkward, stumbling readings of Snow White fan-fiction.  But this proved very quickly to be the farthest thing from a typical open mic.  The hosts of the event, slam poets Phenom and K-Love, created a great positive atmosphere, shouting encouragement and rallying huge applause for everyone who came up to the microphone.  The performers, mostly kids ranging from high school to college aged, were all incredibly talented, each delivering impressive slam poetry, rap verses, dances, or renditions of their favorite songs.  And none of these kids were here just to impress anyone or seek applause – there were here because they wanted so badly to express what they went through every day, growing up in rough areas of Chicago.  Their pain was so tangible in their art, and to watch their performances and see the tremendous support the audience gave them was moving to say the least.  There were stories of struggles with racism, there were stories of searches for inner strength, there were cries for respect, and each was met with overwhelming love and support.  And as the poets passed out paper plates with a single chicken wing and three or four french fries each to the kids in attendance, I found myself thinking, “This is what real Church looks like.”

So with the big day behind us we went back to the Hostel and went straight to our rooms – except for me, I wrote this until about 1:30.  I should go to bed now.  We’re getting up bright and early tomorrow for another day of adventure here in Chicago.

-Matt Dargen

Junior

Computer Science

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Paseo Boricua & St. Sabines

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Chicago Deep Dish

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Blessings in Chicago

March 12, 2013 · 1 Comment

Wow! What an amazing day. I woke up to a great breakfast and learned how to navigate around Chicago! I feel confident enough to go out into the city and experience the different things that Chicago has to offer without being held back from not knowing how to get there. We got on the bus to travel to the Paseo Boricua, the Puerto Rican neighborhood in Chicago for lunch. It was absolutely amazing! I had the beef stew with plantain. We also had a guided tour and got to learn about the history of the neighborhood. I was just in amazement when walking through the neighborhood. The colors, how the artist was able to capture the emotions, and especially the architecture was just a blessing to see. We had a small break before we headed to St. Sabinas to meet Rev. Dr. Michael Pfleger. When we got to St. Sabinas, I was taken aback at how beautiful the architecture was. The most amazing part of this experience was definitely listening to the youth conversation that they had in the basement of the church. They had a panel of students who talked to the younger community about what they could do to stand up against violence. The questions that were being asked and what was being discussed was so inspiring. Also, when talking with Rev. Dr. Michael Pfleger, he said one thing that stood out to me which was “I want to dust off their old dreams so that they can see that it is once again possible to achieve”. He was so refreshing to listen to and I was just so motivated after listening to him. I have been reaffirmed that I want to help change this world and be that agent of change that he talked about. What he has done for the community has been so admirable and courageous. Once we left St. Sabinas, we went back to hostel. We decided to split up the group for dinner. Dr. Ostendorf, Spencer and I wanted to get Vietnamese food but when we got to the address, we found that it was closed L It was really sad. Then we decided to stop by a place called Sultan’s Market, which was a Middle Eastern restaurant. I had the meat combo that consisted of Lamb Shawerma, Chicken Shawerma and Kefta Kebab. It came with Humas, pita bread, rice and a salad. It was absolutely delicious! But unfortunately I could not finish it all so I asked for a to-go box and the servers were so nice that they gave me more meat, rice and a fresh piece of pita bread! I was beyond excited about that. To end the day, we came back to the hostel and watched the championship game for the men’s basketball game against St. Mary’s. I have to say, another fantastic day in Chicago.

Francis Chau

Sophomore

Sociology & Criminal Justice Major

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A Day of Learning~Chicago: “A City of Neighborhoods”

March 12, 2013 · 1 Comment

After what was hopefully a decent night’s rest for most of us, we began our first excursion into the Chi. The day started with some complimentary continental breakfast and an intro to the CTA—the Chicago Transit Authority. Our guide for the day, Tiffanie Beatty, broke down Chi-Town’s streets for us, making the city’s navigation a whole lot more comprehensible. Apparently after the Fire, Chicago rebuilt itself more strictly on a grid system, utilizing horizontal and vertical axes that ascend and descend depending on the cardinal direction. So far, no one’s gotten lost (although Junior’s napping did get the best of him a bus-stop’s-distance).

Getting a taste of the CTA experience firsthand, we bussed to a near-by Puerto Rican neighborhood—Paseo Boricua—and learned of the complexities and challenges offered to this community by the city of Chicago. Our guide and trivia-donor, Eduardo Arrocho, grew up in el Paseo and currently serves as the executive director of the Division Street Business Development Association (DSBDA). The community-minded organization seeks to preserve the area’s successful businesses and institutions, as well as foment some new (concurrently community-minded) other ones. For me, one particular brutal bit of history dealt with our host neighborhood, Lincoln Park. The quarter once provided the locale for Chicago’s Puerto Rican community. As capitalism will have it, though, gentrification forced these people out of their home of more that fifty years and into what has become el Paseo. Today, Lincoln Park claims the most expensive (neighborhood) real-estate in Chicago. Foresightedly, la comunidad del Paseo Boricua has—as the DSBDA might imply—left some unmovable marks; a Puerto Rican flag  made of steel and concrete—and weighing 45 tons—provides one example.

After a brief repose at the hostel, we departed for the South Side to experience the predominantly African-American Catholic community of St. Sabina. We showed up early (but not in vain!) and sort of crashed a youth-led panel on violence. The depth of the conversation inspired me, to say the least. I think I can speak for the group when I say that the dialogue was a welcome result to our preemptive tardiness. The church’s faith-leader (and perhaps less “traditional”) Rev. Dr. Michael Pfleger then followed up the discussion with a history of the community’s struggle (and subsequent successes), which sadly lacked the help of the Archdiocese of Chicago. A basketball game between rival gangs, and eventually a sort of intramural “Peace League,” exemplifies the community’s ability to provide unique solutions to real problems.

Thoroughly stirred, we returned to the hostel among conversations of questions, insights, and a growing appetite. With the Zags’ game soon on, some of us took to a sports bar, enjoying a thorough victory and some pub-style (albeit electronic) trivia. A nice stroll’s-worth later, we returned to our lodging.

Here’s to a good night’s rest.

Oh, and I almost forgot, we experienced a first-hand lesson in Chicago’s namesake meteorological phenomenon. The Windy City, indeed.

-Ryan Healey

Junior

Political Science & Spanish Major; French & Women & Gender Studies Minor

 

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