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Last week a friend shared the story circulating on social media about the human rights lawyer, Steven Donziger who tried to go after Chevron for dumping tons of toxic chemicals in the Ecuadorian rainforest (which they’ve admitted to) and lost, only to be counter-prosecuted for contempt of court. Donzinger was sentenced to 6 months in prison. One of the judges involved in his case, Loretta Preska, is a leader of the Chevron-funded Federalist Society.
One thing I've noticed is that whenever I fall out of flow on this site, it's because there's some part of my shadow I'm not addressing; something I'm not able to speak to from an authentic place. And lately, my ability to write has been marred by politics.
We are so much more complex than the labels we put on ourselves. "Red" and "blue" are simply examples that most Americans who lived through 2017 can probably relate to. Though we've been pitted against each other to believe otherwise, the truth remains that there are always little speckles of blue in red, and red in blue. We should not feel that we have to be defined by these labels. The labels, themselves, are distracting. The VALUES we each care about as individuals are the only things we need to discuss, debate, etc. The minute we start lumping those values into labels, we've muddied the waters and gone off course.
White nationalists are terrorists.
They want to take this place, this land, YOUR home, and claim it. They were never taught to share. They were never taught to take responsibility for their actions. They were taught to deflect their pain, anxieties, and fears and project them onto others - to find someone else to blame for their problems so they can continue to stuff their shitty feelings down.
As February crops up—a month that for some reason got pegged as the most romantic—I'm compelled to talk about 'intimacy.' Not in the culturally normative 'physical' sense; I'm talking about a much broader form of intimacy that can be shared between friendships, family members, and that cashier you've never formally met but keep running into at the grocery store.