Human Labor - 50 Points
Written December 25th, 2023
This is my first entry into a journey of writing prompt posts about the cards involved in this game. My goal is to pull one randomly each morning and spend 30 minutes writing about it.
This card was actually one of the first incentives to deconstruct the popular game of Catan - referred to by some as “colonialism, the board game.” It is one game that follows a series of games that worked to embed a set of cultural values in kids and adults, sometimes playing as families, with the goal of shaping outcomes. As discussed in Playing Oppression | The Legacy of Conquest and Empire in Colonialist Board Games, By Mary Flanagan and Mikael Jakobsson.
I played Catan for the first time in the winter of 2022. My partner, as many, loved that game. He played the original board game so much that he eventually made his own game board (following an unfortunate spill on the original).
We were looking for something to do one night and he asked if I’d play. I agreed, and he warned me that I “might find it a bit colonial.” I did.
The following morning, I considered the categories, and gauged my sense of internal offense. Not from him, but from the tone of the game. It is simple, categorical, laid out well, and pretty easy to follow and get engaged in. Such things have raised flags of apprehension in me for years.
Reveal: I probably don’t make enough time to chill out and play games…
The first thing that struck me as I considered the game was that there are no people in the actual game. The players are the people, but the entire context is on unnamed land, and it’s all about resource allocation, establishing trade routes, and settlements. Values are based on how much power and land can be accrued, and paired with pillars of influence.
Sheep as people.
I decided that the lens this game was developed through disregards the intelligence and inherent traits of altruism in people - based on the philosophies explored, studies conducted, and arguments presented in A Paradise Built in Hell: The Extraordinary Communities That Arise in Disaster by Rebecca Solnit.
Sheep are the only living beings on the game board, representing a means of life for the players. Sheep mean food and clothing. A substantial number of sheep equate to power-holding for an individual rancher or land-holder.
I decided to change this category first, beginning with the shift from Sheep - to Human Labor, which isn’t acknowledged at all in the original game.
This strikes a personal note for me. It took me a good two years in the Boise area to find work I found ethically aligned.* I wanted to devote my life energy, my physical time, brain time, creative time - to something meaningful and life-promoting, life-giving. I started out as a dishwasher and a member of a remediation crew rather than apply at design firms and marketing agencies, despite my career and experience, because I couldn’t find a steady job in the field that didn’t involve exploiting people, land, resources, or creatures in some way or another. I did attempt to start again as a freelance designer, but that’s hard in a town one has just a few connections in, regardless of spending the first half of a life in it. I eventually got a job as a graphic designer for a fraction of the pay I could be getting at “market value” for the work if I accepted the exploitative aspect as part of survival and my best interest. I was relegated to a jr. designer role as a permanent part time contract employee, possibly after challenging some notes in some widely published curriculum-based material that was still telling the old widely published version of Indigenous history in Idaho. Curricula that raises flags of erasure and misrepresentation based on themes of colonization.
That’s just my story.
When I think of all the roles in U.S. culture that are undervalued - if valued at all, I know I am not alone in my frustration. It is DAMNED HARD to find work that allows a person to plug into all of their talents, abilities, passions, and use those cumulative strengths to cultivate life and positive experiences, connections, energetic exchanges in our collective and individual communities.
This viewpoint has been dismissed or challenged as an excuse to not look for work. The mere hint of that led me to get a dishwashing job. Maybe not the wisest move, I could have been a line cook and had some level of greater respect, but I wasn’t looking to build a career or long-term relationship with a restaurant (and I feel like a privileged ass just saying that, out of respect for those who hold those jobs that allow so many to seek relief from meal preparation, or just want to have a night out with a loved one—through COVID in risky f-ing times).
Roles that cultivate life, keep it going, make it livable:
Childcare
Elder care
Education
Preventative health
House cleaning
Food preparation
Food cultivation
Environmental stewardship
Soil remediation
Home balancing
Cooking, cleaning, picking up after, organizing, streamlining, budgetary balancing, safe space creating
There are of course jobs in health care and emergency services that are very ethical in their initial presentation. Even heroic. In health care specifically, it is so unfortunate how it has gone. Emphasizing first that hundreds of thousands of lives are saved or preserved each day by the miracles of modern science. I am alive because I rely on thyroid medication, I don’t have one. I wouldn’t be here if that had not been identified in the early 80s when I was born, before they were regularly doing tests on this. I come from a medical family, which may have saved my life. That same family provided me the experience through table-talk that the healthcare industry continues to feel more and more like a production line for patients and practitioners. The relationship building part of healing and healthcare is continuously sidelined in lieu of processing more people through, more efficiently all the time.
I’ve fortunately found work in food system resilience, specifically, seeds. I get to delve into the world of seedy wonder for my regular job, and I love that I get to devote my energy there.
But, I think of all the people who might like to engage in their unique sets of skills, their inclinations, the work they do that makes them feel good, and how many of these don’t get paid for that. That’s the light version.
Then, there’s the downright ugly side of exploitation, upon which this country depends, was founded, and continues with. That is outside of waging war all over the globe and continuing to drain our collective budget - ie taxes - for.
Human Labor, 100 hours, ANY amount of hours, is a gift. Something to value, something to cultivate, something to relate to what allows us to live. Something to reconsider, and re-imagine.
Games allow for re-imagining how things can go. They’ve been used for the visions of empires, dictators, and fascists. Why not allow the people to use our collective imaginations for something…. better, egalitarian even? Sorry, not “allow,” create an opportunity for.
Independent design contracts I’ve had in the past 5 years have been a blend of reciprocally rewarding, inspiring, and in one case very purposeful. In most cases the amount of work available wasn’t enough to be able to build some secure long-term plans without over-burdening those orgs or businesses.
With a design background in a large corporation (my most secure job ever) I was “the original Chat GPT” according to a friend recently. I received the creative brief, the photos to work with, the copy to plug into the design template, the nutrition information to format per standards in the Nutritional Panel and ingredient listings. I didn’t have to edit the text, just follow the specs. I still adapt and do all kinds of things you can’t find on Canvaa, and so far, the AI image creators are churning out concepts that are limited by the algorithms alive on the internet up to a certain point - and last I checked, not generating editable type. But the days of being paid what I was told market value was in school for a logo or design campaign are eroding quickly. I know the framework underlying the tech to some extent… but yeah… adapt or… accept the preconfigured set of options set up in a cattle chute headed to… where exactly?
I know I am not alone with these fearful feelings. I know I am not alone in the desire to dream a different direction, and see a plentitude of possibilities and jobs that allow a human to work with nature and communities in reciprocal ways. Without having to take on a greatly increased amount of debt for accreditation that ages quickly, to get a job in fields that fall into the cattle yards of agencies that could be wiped out or greatly diminished by the stroke of a pen, facing a housing market that jumped far out of reach for so many so fast, with climate shifts that could level this whole game-round for humans. Work available to do with a good heart, filled with a sense of purpose and peace that can come from knowing all one’s talents and energies were poured into efforts that give back, live lightly, and support life.