Martin Luther Kang + RIP Josephine Wright + #FireMosely + Steal Stranger Things 5 + Hello Antarctica + #ChicagoSidewalkRat + Diana Ross
Happy Monday.
Happy MLK Day.
I finally feel the 2023 phasing out of me.
I don’t really have anything profound to say today.
100 days. ICJ hearings. Dissonant US leadership. US military strikes. I spent last few election years, especially on the local focus, trying to build power, trying to information share, trying to reach the disinterested, passive, privileged, and comfortable ones in my network. The ones who enjoy staying uninformed and don’t like being too burdened by the task of thought. You know, all that watching, and reading, and thinking, and decision-forming that happens as part of the process. And, for the most part, their wealth, whiteness or white adjacency, had worked to convince them that they’d be able to survive, or buy their way out of, any problem that showed up. That the default protection that they convinced themselves had always existed for them would always exist. At minimum, at their 11th hour, they knew they could just temporarily pop down from their bubble of self-preservation and coast into community. Coasting down for a few days to copy the homework of the blacks and browns onto their own ballots. The work that was being done all year, for years, through our own depressions, and medical issues, and job losses, and anxiety, and stress, and busy family lives, and fear. The very reasons they cite as to why they simply can not pay attention all the time.
They’ll take the credit, center themselves in wins and celebrations, center their pain and outrage in its losses and failures, before forgetting what they were so angry about altogether. From #womensmarching to forgetting the overturning of Roe ever happened.
My 2024 is conversation. It is not education. It is not question answering. It is for those who know.
(Unrelated, for those keeping tabs, my computer battery is still unserviced and still fully fried, and the top half of my screen spent two-hours swishing around Joshua Tree in a bag with a loosely capped water bottle …and it shows).
See ya!