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.
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.
posted by hiccup at 11:24 AM
2 Comments:
Hey lynze. Hope you're well. Interesting times. I admire the rebellious spirit sweeping a lot of Americans. It's bringing out the best and worst in people. It's hard to live there, I can only imagine. In some ways we're more complacent here in Canada, because our decent into neoliberal hell-world has been slower, but is nonetheless proceeding. I just found out today that my country is 2nd only to yours in the number of people killed by cops per capita, that stunned me. And 3x less than the US, but way way above most other developments countries.
yes, hi !so sorry to be late to this. thank you for the comment, crow. i've seen, in the ensuing weeks on reddit and even the news how racist canada can be. especially toward natives, but apparently toward all yall. it's mkaybe part of being a conquering nation despite having a bit of european sensibility. and a coping mechanism with spill over from your neighbor. i mean, that shit can really rub off and stink up the whole station.
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