Radical

Last night there were riots and looting. Today we are being asked to protest again. And I want to go. But I am white and now they are saying that white provocateurs are the ones beginning the Looting. It rings true to me. And how would a black person know that I am not a Karen? Why should a black person Trust a lone white person who is at a rally to protest with them against people of their own race? If I were in their shoes I would be suspicious of me. Alone, late to the party.

In my thirties I whined about how there was nothing to protest. And yet every day Injustice has happened in my country. And every day I would be justified to protest. But it's so hard for people to unite. Even under the worst circumstances we do not know how to control our power. We do not have the means to learn empathy for all.

The radical me wants to fly off and make a new molecule. The radical me wants to dissolve into the new and leave this poison behind. Escape is not the answer, this is what the atom Whispers to me in Weak Force. Wherever you go, the poison follows.

And I know it's true. I punch holes just to fill in gaps I found in the mirror.