recently a. posted something about the constant sharing about the acts of post-election violence and hate online. he was not saying it was necessary a bad thing but that it had consequences for the human spirit. we can't and won't deny outrageous things are happening, we shouldn't . however, how helpful is it to constantly surrounded by the images? I am not saying don't look and don't share but I am saying, ultimately, how is this sharing framed? does it empower or disempower us?
IMHO, the people who empowered the perpetuators (of these soul crushing things) should be the ones subjected to the constant visuals of these acts and not the victims, if we are talking about a just world. of course, we are not talking about a just world. we are talking about a world full of isms and their apologetics.
We are all guilty of different things. There is blood on every voting and none voting hand, in some way but, let's be real, some have more blood than others. We all have different ways we have ben complicit and unwilling to make waves. But we can't live there forever or, rather, should we want to? can we move from the macabeth moments and the media storms onto flesh and blood humans?
so how do we stay informed but also not destroy our spirts with the images and the news of hate and fear? I think this is something that we must each decide and set boundaries. we cannot go to sleep but we also have to live an how do we want to live?
this is where creative resistance because important. our spirits and lives can not be grounded in having people understand us or accept us, as much as that would be ideal. instead, we have to build our own spirits. we have to decide our own narratives that are not insulated from the communal narrative but also, does not invalidate our own personal or communal power.
the time of playing nice is over, if it was ever here. I have heard that supposedly this election was not about race or restricting civil liberties, from a few mouths but the fall-out is saying that is mostly feeling like a pretty lie.
it feels like a lie that people tell themselves to keep themselves warm because the fall-out is all about race and many other isms and control and it's ugly. If "they" are truly are marching to a different drum, then I want to see and hear it because otherwise I have nothing nice to say.
"We can disagree and still love each other unless your disagreement is rooted in my oppression and denial of my humanity and right to exist" ~ son of a baldwin
I wrote a poem called the American judas on my other website. I wrote it right after the election, it was harsh. full of language and pain. I thought it was too soon but now, I see that I should have wrote it sooner.
"they say don't cast blame but I am not checking for that/ people need to be held accountable for their hate/ if I don't say something/ will you/ will you make waves for me/ for her/ for you"
this and that piece is still a work in progress, like me. while, this is a very short excerpt, you get the idea. I hope to rework it an share it again soon. anyways, the sting of the betrayal never leaves but it's been hanging on for over 400 years. i feel like that is how long the struggle for civil rights in this country has been going on. i am tired. so tired of all this. there are days, I don't know if I am speaking to the choir or into empty air. I am so hopeful but also not. I am so focused but also scattered. There is so much to do and then it all feels so simple. Life is a complicated beautiful mess but it's always been that way. We have to remind ourselves that people have been fighting against injustice for ages, it does not make it right or easy but it means we are not alone. Our weary spirits are in good company.
our spirts have needed and need healing, we can't wait for the world or America to be perfect to heal ourselves. the time to heal is now. the time to stand and take action for what is right, loudly or quietly, is now. our spirits demand it.