This is a shitty moment. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s a hopeful one. I don’t know.
What I do know is that I constantly have tears streaming down my face, that my chest is tight with anxiety, and that it feels shitty to see posts I wrote days or even weeks ago showing up on my blog just because I scheduled them to appear long ago.
I just took one down that felt particularly inapt for the moment.
In this moment, really, all I have to say is that I hope one day my country is as great as I believe in my bones it can be. But that the journey from here to there is fucking long. Circuitous. And currently, impeded by some combination of systemic racism, patriarchy, a deeply corrupt instantiation of capitalism, and a narcissistic sociopath and his enablers.
All of which are especially toxic in combination with the class and racial disparities of COVID’s impact, and the loss of sanctioned expressions of aggression associated with normal everyday life. (Sports, for example. Or just social interaction.)
My fingers are crossed that we’ll be out of this moment, and into a better one, soon. But I’m not holding my breath.
[Ed. note: this post, too, I pulled down because it included some particularly insensitive language. I’ve tried to fix it. But ugh. Times are tough.]