My first post after the election a year ago… still in shock. Already horrified at the hate crime spree. Just beginning to see the magnitude of the work ahead.
“My language is my power, and I’m going to use it to create a world I can be proud of…” —me, a year ago
That language has involved a lot of cursing this year. But I’ve also used it to speak out, to march, to call and write and organize and petition. I’ve used it to pour my hopes for justice into my works.
And here we are, a year later, and the #Resistance is finding its legs—not just in marches, but at the polls. The assault on our democracy and our sense of reality by our Tweeter in Chief continues – real harm is being done to real people every day – but there’s hope.
“I’ve never regretted doing the right thing – the only memories that sear me are the times I’ve failed to act.” —me, a year ago, and also today.
Much remains to be done to repair Team Project America, but the silver lining in the last year comes from the country *awakening* to the reality that progress will not just roll out of its own accord. It must be argued for, defended and fought for, with action and words and passion – only then will the arc of the universe bend toward justice.