DEAR MISTER PRESIDENT ELECT: You are too smart to pretend you don’t see all this. So I say if you do not act on it and soon, you are nodding along with this scourge that threatens both our peoples and the whole nation as a consequence. And I know I don’t need to be overly direct about this, but I will anyway:
MY HOPE IS THAT WE CARRY THIS FORWARD. This energy now rising. That we all carry on with this decision to work for a new day and a new way of seeing. A way out of the hate and the fear and the small-minded paradigms that keep us running in circles as we try to spiral up to the Top of the Shining Heap and step on other hands to get there. That we continue to open our minds and our hearts and become this change we want so much to believe in.
MY HEART RACED faster and faster and when it was over I…I let the sadness wash through me as it had to for a few moments. The bold ignorance and hate and bigotry was…terrifying. And sad. And loathesome. And real. But not new. This energy takes people’s lives every day in some part of this land. But maybe we move closer to a new time. And simply that possibility is inspiring.
WATCHING THE WELL-WORN WEAPONS OF THE RIGHT being grappled and thrown and dropped and whipped about in frenzy; watching the GOP throw McCarthyism, Racism, Terrorism, Greedism and everything else at both Barack Obama and the American populace reminds me of the final writhings and wailings of the Boss Monster before you take its life.
THIS MONTH MARKS THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY of Be Bold Be Red, an event held at the end of Octubre (the 30th, this year) to speak out against violence against women (and girls) of color, to show solidarity and support.
JOHN MCCAIN AND SARAH PALIN cannot pretend to be unaware of the world they are living in. They must factor in all the potential violence and fear that lives, still, in the minds and hearts of human beings in today’s world. If a leader cares about society, s/he does not brush by these ghosts casually, nor rouse them if at all possible.
IT IS DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AWARENESS MONTH and time to take a bit of time to focus on a struggle that is waged every day, in every city, in every town with very real consequences for our entire world, and yet is alloted hardly the finances and attention and energy that the battle requires. After all, helping the world become a place that loves mujeres as much as they provide love for our world is a lifelong job—and all of our jobs.
I WANTED TO WRITE TODAY OF MARCELLA GRACE EILER’S LIFE and not of her death. I wanted to talk about how she was young, only 20 years old and already interested in serving as protection for indigenous rights; of how she was from Eugene, Oregon. I wanted to write about what she was doing in Oaxaca and what kinds of things she was interested in, like teaching dance.
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
