Today is a dark day, and the future may be darker still.
We got what we asked for. We made our beds and today we see what we lie in, even those of us who didn’t want it to turn out like this, even those who fought with everything in them against this.
I did not do enough.
I grew too complacent in my charming leftist bubble, in my privilege, grew deaf to a world that was screaming that this was the way things were, that the world did not work for everyone the way it worked for me.
I don’t know what the future will hold. I don’t know how far we will go before we pull ourselves out, break through to something better, live and build the world we want to be in. I don’t know if brighter days will come.
For every word he speaks today, there will be people screaming back. Millions of us, everywhere. But I have learned that it does not do to scream at deaf ears.
And we can talk all we want about peace and love, but there is no guarantee of either. We can talk about hope, but there is no reason to hope if we do not act. And love will not win if we do not fight for it.
The future will not be bright if we are not lights in it, if we do not shine our light in the darkest places, if we go back to sleep and stagnate and turn our eyes away from the world we built. If we keep the stupid, stupid faith that the world is okay because it’s okay for us right now.
You do not have to care. You do not have to fight. You do not have to raise your eyes to the truth in front of your face. You do not have to listen to the pain in a world you helped to create, that you are a part of, whose pain you profit from. And maybe, the world will always be okay for you. Maybe, that’s enough for you.
When the world is imbalanced, we are only up when someone is down. We are only comfortable because someone isn’t. Millions of people aren’t. The planet isn’t. We must stop kidding ourselves that the world will right itself and we will still be just as comfortable in it.
This is not going to be easy. This may be brutal and violent. This may be war. I don’t know.
I don’t know what it means yet to fight. I don’t know how we fight for love, how we stand tall, how we push back, how we make them listen.
But I know that it does not do to scream at deaf ears. And I know it starts with us.
To anyone with privilege, myself included. To white people, to rich people, to cis people, to American-born people, to Christians, to men, I have this to say:
Maybe the darkness of the world never will touch your life. Maybe, everything will be okay for you forever. They may never come for you, whoever they are.
But do not pretend that anyone will listen to you just because you’re screaming. The world has been screaming at us all this time, and still we have not listened.
Do not kid yourself that change can start anywhere other than in you. They will laugh in your face. They will shit on your hope and bury it deep because there is no reason to hope if we do not act.
You can sleep through it now, but the time may come when it shakes you brutally awake. And when it does, you will wish you had listened so much sooner, and you will wonder where the hope is, and you will look to the thousand screaming voices for comfort and by then, they may be silenced too.
I don’t know what the future will bring, but I am scared. Very scared.
I am doing what I can to change. I am waking up, lacing my boots, getting the fuck ready, and listening. And then, only then, will I find my voice. I don’t know if it will be enough. It may already be too late.
Today is a dark day. But I will be a light in it until I’m put out for good.
Your move, America.