You’d think, since I work in politics that I a) would not be shocked by anything anymore, and b) would feel like I’m already doing plenty to right the ship.
Apparently, you’d be wrong. a) I am aghast at the blink-blink reaction of much of the country to the blatant, naked racism on display from the leader of our country. b) I feel like in the day-to-day of laundry, making dinner, planning doctor visits, yard work, etc., etc., I am not as committed to changing this as I could be. As I should be.
I know, I know, protect myself from burnout, you have to live your life, etc. I did not attend Friday’s marches, I went to the movies with my family instead, and I did it on purpose. I did it to protect myself. And yet, it has been almost a week and I cannot seem to shake the thought that I made the wrong decision.
At what point am I complicit, with my privilege, my money, my comfort, even though I do the work? I am afraid I have crossed that point, and am, in fact, complicit.
There’s always more to do, yes. But I think there’s always more we can do, even within our own limits.
My superpower is writing. Imma think on what I can do with it. Your ideas are welcome, but I’m not looking for plaudits or commiseration. Let’s do this.