The more I read, the longer my perspective becomes. I used to think that things were always getting better and better - or worse and worse - but the thing that strikes me now is that things are getting same and same.
Diligence in the "little" indignities, the things we accept after fighting for so long, is where we must go if we are to stop having a police state, an economy build on black bodies as widgets, work as indentured servitude.
Where in our lives is the safe space, the space we can get big hugs and regroup and know we can come back to after a day in the fray? Why is comfort and dignity so constantly under siege. Where to go when the traditional places - family or church - are the places that are eating you the most?
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