My Y2K story: in 1999, I worked for a racial/economic justic nonprofit. It was a hot freakin’ mess, a small organization led by a charismatic control freak whose board president called her, at a fundraiser with hundreds of people (which lost thousands of dollars), a “Toxic personality…you think I’m joking! I’m not! She is!”
Anyway.
In July 1999 she hired a guy to work full-time on putting out a monthly newsletter. He dutifully wrote the first issue. She decided it wasn’t good enough and took it on herself, leaving him to come into work every day with literally nothing to do except lie on the couch and stress.
In like September, she told us of a meeting she’d been to where they’d warned that Y2K was disproportionately going to affect people of color and the working poor, and she instructed me to write an article for the monthly newsletter telling people how to survive the coming power outages and food shortages. I was the techiest person there, you see, so I should write the survivalist article.
I argued with her. All my tech friends were telling me the problem was well in hand, and I thought it’d be irresponsible to be alarmist about it. The working poor and people of color already had enough real stuff to be stressed about–why should we raise alarmist fantasies?
She suggested, not so subtly, that I was speaking from privilege and didn’t care about the folks we served.
I resigned soon thereafter.
But I was still on the mailing list.
When the newsletter came out, it did include an article on how to survive December 31, 1999, complete with tips on how to use a generator, how to obtain clean water, and how to grow food.
The first monthly newsletter was mailed in February 2000.