#resist, Don't Agonize, Organize, Love and Kindness, Peace, Politics, Tolerance

Now comes the hard part

One week ago. I was there.

_mg_0862

This was the easy part.

Now we have to go home and organize in our own communities. We have to hang on to what we felt last Saturday, whether we were in Washington DC, at our local marches or just watching on television. We must remember the solidarity we felt, especially when the work gets hard or boring or someone pisses you off or when you think it should be done a different way or some person or committee screwed something  up or when it looks like we are going in twenty different directions and we can’t settle on a course of action.

Or. Or. Or.

And to be perfectly frank, I’m not worried about THEM dividing us. I’m worried about us taking care of that all by ourselves.

We are on the same side. Hold on to that. And be kind to each other. We need ALL of us. And if some of us aren’t as woke as others, if some of us put our foot in our mouth, if some of us are unintentionally oblivious, please, give us the benefit of the doubt.

There is so very much at stake.

 

 

 

#resist

E.B. White & Hope

HOPE

the following was written by E.B. White to Mr. Nadeau; March 30, 1973      As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.

Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society — things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time, waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.