It might feel like a good thing to wish that this was all over and that nobody would get hurt and that property wouldn't be vandalized, stolen, or burned; but it doesn't feel right - knowing that nothing will change until shit gets uncomfortable or inconvenient enough for those of us who don't seem to be willing to do the right thing until it affects us directly.
3:00 AM; November 9, 2016
I went to sleep when my candidate suggested that we do so. I can understand her not wanting us to be awake to bear witness to the hour in which she conceded this election to a reality television show star. But, I woke up a few hours later and couldn't help it. I refreshed the… Continue reading 3:00 AM; November 9, 2016
Afflicting the Comfortable
I heard a quote yesterday during a conference. The key note speaker called it out as his favorite quote. We "comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable." I just saw a friend on twitter lament over a post on facebook asking "why does everything have to be about race?" And...yeah. Because it is. But it's… Continue reading Afflicting the Comfortable