the results are out and so are the suicide hotlines. they’re all clogged up with terror; millennials not even old enough to vote, hoarse and whispering down the phone that they’re going to loose their family, that their own government will persecute her for loving a girl. there’s cheering but it all sounds too close to the sound of a funeral knell. the grim reaper is a blonde, who knew?

trust me. your pain is being felt in every corner around the world. trust me, my head is throbbing with your frustration, my heart is frantic with your terror, my legs are sore with your protest, my tongue is dry with your lack of explanation for all of this.

the sick thing is, there is an explanation and it’s terribly textbook. white man takes America with bloody, grabby, greasy hands. white man lets the people take a peek through the blinds at their kingdom. white man decides the people have seen enough; shuts the blinds with a jerk and takes back the land that never even left their hands again.

but, you know, they choose ignorance because the truth terrifies them. the truth that no amount of money nor the whiteness of their skin will stop their bodies from rotting into nothing just like the rest of us. they are not special. they are not superior.

this is the truth that destroys them the most:
queer people will fight.
the poor will fight.
people of colour will fight.
those of non-christian faith will fight.
women will fight.
the disabled will fight.
the mentally ill will fight.
people like this, like us, we will fight our entire lives, even if there is no cause to and that is how we win.

this is not the vestige of democracy. a democracy where the phrase ‘two-party system’ can exist side by side it in a sentence is nothing short of a freak show. 

make no mistake, you will all have to fight it at some point in your life, even if it is not until the next time you have to vote. in the meantime, find your safezones. hold hands with the person sitting next to you crying on the bus. make your friends laugh. make a stranger laugh. take long walks just to breathe a little differently. tell your children stories of revolutions and don’t ever let them forget where they came from, what their communities have overcome.

tuum est.

i am breathing with you.
across the pond, across countless divides, i am breathing with you.

taraantino:

It’s happening, it’s happening, it’s happening.

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