Lately, I’ve been having the hardest time finding words about Tr*mp, the march, everything.
But giving voice to my lived experience is part of my resistance so I’m gonna try.
Last night, I went to see my therapist and we started talking about how we arrived at our decision whether we are gonna march today or not. I’m damn lucky I get to have a therapist of color who is down with that kind of shit. So many of us are in need of this kind of healing, but few of us have access.
All that to say, I am not marching with y’all today.
Personally, I don’t have a lot of spoons to spend. Healing is hard work. I can’t fight if I am dead. So taking care of myself and my little ones are my priority.
POCs, queer and disabled folk have been fighting for our rights for so long. For our humanity. For our survival. Many of us daily do the work to reclaim a piece of ourselves that was stolen, colonized, silenced, raped, assaulted or killed.
And now we have an administration that gets off maintaining our oppression because they want to make America white and Christian and able-bodied and male again.
So we won’t stop fighting now.
But white people, you got some serious shit to do. White supremacy is yours to take down.
So go ahead and march today with your pussy cat hats. I raise my fists (and both middle fingers) in solidarity from the comforts and safety of my house while I maybe nurse my tiny brown human. People of color deserve safety and comfort too.
But I better hear you make noise and resist for POCS, queer, disabled and other marginalized folx after today. I don’t trust most of you just yet, but I’m willing to be proven wrong. I want to be proven wrong.
Do away with the White Feminism already, okay? Because you think it’s our fault that we have not yet reached this unity you keep alluding to over and over and over again. I’m so sick of hearing that.
So today, I will kiss my babies, go for a walk, get schooled in how best to contribute, listen to the voices of those who have been in the trenches long before it became cool and show up for who I can when I can.
We got work to do.