“it’s ok to blow the whistle on activists of color who are bullies, abusive, manipulative and harmful. it’s ok to admit that someone you respected greatly, and thought had super “radical” politics behaved in fucked up ways. it’s ok to be angry that your allies, and friends and loved ones aren’t helping to hold this person accountable, because the “work” is so much more important than our individual needs/stories. we are the work. truth-telling is not dismantling our ability to organize. truth-telling increases our capacity to create healthy relationships in our own communities.”
just as this blog.
I’m eager, scared, & excited for the summer.
Time to plan out the next move.
I miss mx, especially the days where I would wake up at 7:30 am, get to the metro by 8:30 to get to work by 9 at el Fondo MARIA. I loved it. knowing that the work the collective provided was so urgent and necessary. I actually felt the solidarity amongst the advocates there, it was beautiful. Going to marches together, sharing experiences (with a political lens) and just the vibe of “let’s get shit done!”
It’s becoming increasingly clear to me that, though I didn’t think about this at the time, I probably started a blog because I need somewhere to vent my boundless rage that is not random people’s Facebook walls. I mean, one thing among the many thousands of things that are guaranteed to raise my blood pressure is when folks get all “the internet isn’t real, and it’s not a viable platform for communication,” but also like, Facebook fights are dumb, I’m supposed to be an adult now.
So here’s the thing that got me all het up this week: gay marriage.
Specifically, these goddamn things: