Performative FUCKING Activism…
You may be sicker than fucking blatant racist. You know what, actually you are.
White moderate.
“First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Council-er or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.” http://okra.stanford.edu/transcription/document_images/undecided/630416-019.pdf
“Writing with the light from the sun that fell through the cell’s bars, King quoted from memory biblical passages and quotes from Socrates, Martin Luther, Thomas Jefferson, T.S. Eliot, Thomas Aquinas and St. Augustine to bolster his argument. He wrote:
We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct action campaign that was “well timed” in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word “Wait!” It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This “Wait” has almost always meant “Never.” We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that “justice too long delayed is justice denied.””
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/retropolis/wp/2018/01/15/martin-Luther-king-jr-s-scathing-critique-of-white-moderates-from-the-Birmingham-jail/
How many have to die? Will you still always only say his name now? George Floyd, ‘in light of,' in the injustice of is even a littel more tolerable, but fuck you literally are going to call the “in light of," - SO many of you do it and keep doing it and yall its fucking gross. At least start owning the moments your experiencing? Or how about you PAUSE long enough in your day of earning money to present an illusion of life - to who? For why? But wait. Pause go to this link and see all who have been harmed, the injustice served to SO MANY HUMANS and you only want to sit here and say “in light of," in awakening of… HOW the FUCK have all of these humans died, and you still don’t wanna. But Here I digress, again go to this link - say their names. And this are those just at the hands of injustice and consequences of over policing. Say their names… I am still in tears because I haven’t even puased long enough yet to say their names all - it hurts. Sorry is not enough.
https://airtable.com/shroOenW19l1m3w0H/tblxearKzw8W7ViN8
It’s not in the light of but really we are here just in the ‘pistol smoke’ - fools.
More than 23,000 people have died to Gun Violence just this fucking year and it’s not even Leo season - this is merely to acknowledge we are not even fully 3/4 thru the year but even if we were to we accept this number. I suppose if my life is just political.
https://www.gunviolencearchive.org
But here we are supposed to still wait. GAWD, how many damn times someone has told me to calm down or sit down, or to maintain the peace for someone elses comfort.. — Yet here the injustice is served.
It’s fucking hard to exist in a space where debt over takes the will to purse desire. As we find it our purpose is what? To create that whimsical life — ha, homies’ dead and gone — but the MARCH goes on.
And here I sit, in the shame turning my head from side to side, as where to perform. Because I must be able to support it — you know that thing, an identity that relates? But, maybe I am lookin’ for a father — ha. The fact that I am supposed to exist and sit with a reality that someone harming my mom — the seed of which made me? Reconciled by ‘daddy in the sky’ — still disconnected still gone, but yet we need to create.
If I should do, who will I always love? But will it be to what I was connected? Is it from the dust I came? As I laugh out loud, but I really don’t audibly — but the scene in my head where she’s running this script — where she’s entirely alone — like in the field of Pushing Daisies intro - Now that did just make me chuckle, I felt it in my belly.
I sit alone, or truly with ONLY people I want to because — tolerating anything less the desiring freedom for ALL, you disgust me. I may break, when I fall but to the earth I return.
Do better — white folx - SHUT UP unless every fucking word is FREEDOM, JUSTICE for ALL - not just the ones that look like you Hitler. Tired.
Post traumatic stresses - what all stresses - as if just existing isn’t enough - we get significant injustice.
And then I realize I create such a very intentional life and it’s one in which I want to be part of and when there are scenes or chapters that include nasty people or stupid ass things that shouldn’t even take up brain space - I hate being jerked around by issues of politics - as if my very fucking existence is political and kinda since I am a rape product I am literally currently stuck circulating in space as a political statement even if only to myself - untangling that. I am tired.
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