I have no idea where to even begin here. The last time I wrote something was about thrifting, and now I'm sitting here worrying for my own safety, and the safety of those around me. This is wild. This is crazy. This is almost too much to handle. And yet-here we are. An amalgamation of every bad decision that could've possibly been made. The bad timeline.
Is this really the country that I grew up in? This was supposed to happen I guess. Capitalism ends like this every single time and we never learn. Or perhaps the Nazis planned this all along. After all, where did all those nationalists go after world war 2? They fled to America, and we're seeing the after effects of that now. It seems that the allies hadn't choked the life out of fascism enough, or we're watching its dying breath. I'm not ready either way.
The worst part about this is, the left side of politics seem to not be able to get it together. They are much too busy proving to everyone that they are the most righteous, the most correct, than doing anything productive like organizing and protesting. I'll tell you exactly why that is; its because black women have taken a backseat, as they should. We all let black women down. They have been the backbone of every protest, every organization that involves helping the common people and we responded by proving to them once again that we hate them. Now nobody wants to do the work, because we all thought it would be done for us. Even though I was personally with you, I just want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you get it from all sides. I'm sorry that the world hates you; I don't. I wish I could press a button and fix it all, but I can't. I'm not excusing myself from my own biases either. Biases that take time to unlearn. Maybe the world does deserve to burn for the sins that its committed against you, when you were fighting for everyone else waiting for them to see you as valid and worthy. I don't blame you, no. I don't blame you at all.
I have to thank the young kid that's working the counter at the coffee shop I'm at for turning on the Strokes. At least I'm able to get one thing.
A while ago I started a Tiktok page that I've begun seeing some traction with. It was mostly me showing off my outfits but quickly turned political because I can't help myself. If you didn't know, I was politically active in college. I would go in-depth my contributions to the revolution but I don't want to boast. I don't like talking about my volunteering or protesting because that's something no one needs to brag about. But I can't sit back and say nothing. I can't keep my mouth shut for anything. If I see someone suffering, I can't merely watch. Unfortunately I live in a very conservative city, and there's almost no one who thinks like me now. It's isolating. Depressing. Gentrification surrounds me. Culture has been eliminated in favor of American imperialism. I don't want to live like this.
Anyway, every other day I've been on Tiktok live inviting conservatives and various fascists to talk to me so I can understand their logic and talking points so I may further challenge and know how to combat their rhetoric effectively. The personal insults don't bother me, honestly. They call me "liberal" (I'm not) "dyed hair," "piercings," blah blah blah. The same old shit they've been saying for over a decade now. Again, I can take it and I ask for it. But it gets exhausting. It gets taxing on the brain dealing with these people and their total lack of empathy and frankly, lack of general intelligence. I don't even consider myself that smart of a person. I'm just a writer who calls it like I see it. The people I talk to in my circle are usually much smarter and more informed than I am, and that's why I listen to them. I've made some great connections over Tiktok from all over the country that I'm thankful to have. They teach me things I'd never thought of before. I'm forever grateful for that. It's small moments that keep me going. I never want to stop learning, and unlearning.
Sometimes I think of fleeing, like this country is too far gone to bother fixing anymore. Well, I know that it's too far gone to fix. The system is broken and needs to be burned to the ground so we can start over again. But it's just about finding the people who have the chutzpah to go through with it. I dream about falling in love with a foreign man and us running away together. Someone to save me from all this madness. But then these dark thoughts overtake me again, and I'm afraid that....
No one is coming to save us.