Every time I’ve tried to write something, it falters. I falter. What’s the point, what’s this stringing of words going to do to change what is happening to Palestinians in Gaza and the West Bank? Will these words bring about a ceasefire? Perhaps that’s an angsty teen thing to say, but she’s got a point, along with a gift for black eyeliner. I don’t understand how I get up everyday, make coffee, go to work, talk to people, bitch about the weather or the mayor or how jeans don’t make sense while the Israeli government actively erases Palestinian families from this earth with US money and blessing.
This is exactly what I needed today. Thank you.
Your brilliance is so necessary and clarifying and invigorating. Thank you for sharing it, always.
Thank you for this. I love your heart/brain/spirit/soul.