Episode 1 - Healer
Join me from the hill
On this episode I talk with Julian Beaudion. Julian has been a State Law Enforcement officer with the State of South Dakota for over 10 years. He is a community activist, small business owner, husband, and father to three beautiful children.
On this episode we talk about community policing, racism in America, and how we can come together to heal as a nation.
Julian is a public servant at heart. He cares deeply about our communities and those whom he is entrusted to care for and protect.
Guest Musicians: Kevin and Mara Stillson
Show Notes
Resmaa Menakem
The body practice mentioned in this episode on the “soul nerve” comes from Resmaa Menakem. Resmaa Menakem is the New York Times bestselling author of My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies. He is a visionary Justice Leadership coach, organizational strategist and master trainer. Resmaa is a leading voice in today’s conversation on racialized trauma. As described by On Being with Krista Tippett, Resmaa “activates the wisdom of ancestors and a very new science, about how all of us carry the history and traumas behind everything we collapse into the word “race” in our bodies. He illuminates why all of the best laws and diversity training have not gotten us anywhere near healing.” Resmaa created Cultural Somatics, which utilizes the body and resilience as mechanisms for growth.
Healer
Chorus:
Healer, healer, come and heal this world
Healer, healer, come and heal this world
May we all offer up our hands
May we all, all together stand (Chorus)
May we all lay our weapons down
May we all find our common ground
(Chorus)
May we all offer up our hands
May we all, altogether stand (Chorus)
Words and Music by Larry Olson
©2009 Dakota Road Music.
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
“Still I Rise”
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
