Mutual Aid Reflections from Pappy’s Favourite Grandchild & Disinherited Intended Beneficiary
Yesterday was the birthday of the man I first saw practicing mutual aid.
Pappy died when I was only 9 years old, but from when he took early retirement until his death, I regularly accompanied him on his boat when he went fishing, and then distributed most of what he caught to local villagers.
He understood how those folx could likely not afford seafood often, so he would drive to their homes, and ask folx to meet him outside at his car with a basin full of ice so that he could share some of the fresh fish he had caught.
I never heard Pappy utter the words "mutual aid" once, but I witnessed him living that practice, which deeply informs my commitment to Disability Justice."
Unfortunately, Pappy's firstborn daughter leaves much to be desired when it comes to carrying on his positive legacy of investing in folx with no expectation of something in return. Despite my absent father's claims that Ava was sorry for how she mistreated me, since I reached out to her for financial support last year, she proved why I had decades of reasons not to trust her:
WHY THE FUCK IS SHE SO INVESTED IN OUTRUNNING SENSE WHEN IT COMES TO ME?!?🙃"
My friend's email could not have been clearer when she stated the following:
1. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CONTACT HER DIRECTLY, AS THE STRESS OF THAT WILL ONLY JEOPARDIZE HER ABILITY TO COMPLETE HER CURRENT CONTRACT.
If you have ever navigated someone intent on NOT providing you with informed consent, much like both Ava and my ex, you grasp that her antics are about exerting power over me, rather than respecting my boundaries.
To be clear, it is now 16 excruciatingly long painful months since that communication, & I am much closer to becoming unhoused, as my mortgage provider issued this demand letter last month, but Ava remains hellbent on a power trip a couple of decades after she 1st jeopardized my housing by threatening family members and friends alike that taking me in following a car accident that totalled my vehicle, broke my wrist, and sprained my ankle meant stealing her daughter out from under her as she needed me to suffer to ensure I would be grateful when she let me return to her house."
Thankfully, folx I have never met have tried to keep me alive:
When that contribution arrived 4 months ago from a Black academic Bluesky mutual, I started making a more concerted effort to share my mutual aid posts in the hopes that others may be as able and willing to support me.
Similarly, when a newsletter subscriber contributed, I was in awe of them.
Sometimes I had no clue what had prompted a contribution from a stranger.
At other times, I would know funds had come from another disabled social worker who had been forced out of our field, except she had resources that I lacked, and did her best to support me, as able, which I truly appreciate.
A participant from my Disability Justice 101 workshop in January sent funds too.
My friend from Guam contributed when able, and I was always thankful for her.
Sometimes, contributions were received from disabled friends who are more oppressed than I am, which required me to have frank discussions with them about how my ex's Access Intimacy Abuse should not result in harm to them.
Especially with notes about the positive impact of my Disability Justice work, I was ever grateful for funds as well as reassuring messages, given how white supremacist workplace harassment has debilitated me over the last decade.
Even when I did manage to bring in more income via Ko-fi, this heightened financial precarity wreaked havoc on my functioning as the firstborn daughter of a gambling addict, and the only MSW student I knew who photocopied textbooks and slept on air mattresses while practically living at the library to do assignments since unable to even afford a working computer of my own.
It is why I am grateful for friends who set up automatic monthly contributions.
Receiving funds from a Pulitzer-nominated writer gave me hope amid despair.
This contribution from a local disabled racialized scholar warmed my heart.
Receiving funds from my favourite abolitionist was like a salve for my soul.
Bluesky mutuals came though for me in ways I hope to pay forward someday.
Receiving funds from my favourite Black feminist physicist warmed my heart.
Contributions from strangers continue to fill me with an abundance of thanks.
I witnessed how strangers generously invested in mutual aid to keep me alive.
As Bluesky mutuals sent funds, I experienced what a culture of care could be.
With each contribution, I was reminded that there are folx out there, some of whom I did not even know, who were willing to make an effort to keep me alive, while the woman who birthed me remained hellbent on a power trip.
The ebbs and flows of Ko-fi contributions likely mirrored my anxiety levels well.
Thankfully, automatic monthly contributions helped to keep me going though.
No contribution was too small to add to my dire attempts to remain housed.
Especially when funds came through from fellow BIPOC LGBTQIA+ disabled folx, I understood how much effort that likely took given the challenges of surviving on a limited income when costs for access often add up like a disability tax.
Even my favourite living poet sent funds, despite her own ongoing GoFundMe.
Furthermore, her Facebook post seeking contributions on my behalf resulted in funds being sent from a virtual writing buddy I had met in her monthly group, so I remain thankful to him for doing what he could to help me survive abuse.
White disabled friends continued to send contributions regularly, which help.
Each contribution from a stranger reminded me that decent folx do still exist.
White disabled friends continued to chip in, and I remained grateful as ever.
Like the fat Black trans disabled friend who was also pushed out of the social work field who sent funds often reminds me, "We are both in the same leaky boat," so I remain thankful to all who tried to keep me alive amid struggles.
In stark contrast to Ava, none of these folx who have collectively sent more funds than she has over the last few months have her extensive history of violating me, but they understand the mutual aid practice to which her father devoted his life, meanwhile she would prefer to share hypocritical performative displays about blessings!🤡"
Mutual aid has long helped disabled folx to survive, as Sins Invalid notes this:
We all have bodies, hearts, and minds. We all have needs and capacities, strengths and vulnerabilities. A disability justice approach to mixed ability organizing means coming together across difference and inequality to build another, more liberated world. We work with and through the complexities and messiness that inevitably arise in this coming together. We patiently create new practices through dialogue and experimentation, trial and error. A disability justice approach to mixed ability organizing offers new forms of interdependence. We create mutual indebtedness so that nobody is left behind."
If you are new to thinking critically about mutual aid, I would recommend the zine below, which highlights how this ancestral practice has long been a vital tool for resistance against settler-colonialist white supremacist oppression.
The bulk of my investment in mutual aid has been with freely sharing my skills as a writer, educator, equity practitioner, etc., as I was rarely able to support with funds when surviving $183,364+ in financial abuse at my ex's hands.
We are on the cusp of Diwali, the Hindu festival of lights that celebrates the triumph of good over evil. It is also the anniversary of when Ava convinced my once-favourite aunt and uncle back home that I did not know the difference between right and wrong for voicing valid reservations over her moving a man she barely knew a few doors down from both my bedroom and my younger sister's. Unlike Ava, I have never wanted anyone I claim to love to suffer for the sake of controlling them, and I feel particularly pleased to go to my death knowing that I was able to align my words and actions with my values for decades."
If you would be willing to put my monthly website payment of $16CAD on your credit card to keep my warnings about the ex who drained me of $183,364+ active in the event of my death as macro-level harm reduction in terms of community safety without carcerality, please email me at krystal@equitableforall.com at your earliest possible convenience!🥹
If able to contribute to my survival following my ex's financial abuse of at least $183,364, which further disabled me, alongside white supremacist workplace trauma, e-transfers within "Canada" may be sent to krystaljagoo@gmail.com and funds may be sent via PayPal below, so please support me if able, as I am desperately close to being unhoused!🙏🏾
BTW, on the off chance that you are looking for a gifted equity practitioner and educator for virtual services like writing, facilitation, and consulting, you are welcome to peruse my CV below, and explore paid services here.
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