In my current roster of democratic (small d) actions, I include the following:
- Writing to my senators all the damn time.
- Reading prescient and pertinent articles out loud to the historian, who is a mensch and a champ.
- Taking small comfort in good things.
- Despairing, and at some volume, and then rallying.
- the historian was working at a coffee shop, and saw a guy wearing an ACLU tee shirt. The guy was teaching his daughter, about ten, to play chess. The guy told the historian that he'd got the shirt at some ACLU event. So, you know, fellow traveler. Comrade.
- All those Secretaries of State, telling Kris Kobach to shove it, one way or another.
- Talking to my dad and mom so often, hearing their stories, observing their responses to challenges.
- Listening to an amazing podcast yesterday, with Danez Smith and Franny Choi interviewing Eve Ewing.
- Writing, at least a little bit, every day. Thinking about writing.
Eve Ewing talked in that podcast about 'desire-based narratives'--rather than writing about oppression and focusing only on what's terrible, thinking about, listening to, what the people involved want, what they long for. That seems small d democratic to me. An idea to conjure with.
It seems like our current predicament--what Danez Smith said called for them, all of us, to pack the apocalypse backpack every day (what's in yours?)--is going to last for awhile. I admit that I hoped that the appointment of a special prosecutor would be a hero on a horse situation, and even though I knew better, I hoped it would come quickly. But nope. (Or, in my favorite Twitter hashtag, which I think I personally devised, but maybe not: #NOPE.)
Anyway, the fire, and the fireworks, are ongoing, and we--I--must figure out not only how to endure, but how to engage, in a way that might possibly be productive. And that's how I'm spending my summer. Also: packing my apocalypse backpack.