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In Shock

Is all of this really happening right now?

I struggle to feel as if time is real and outside is happening. Human senses are experiencing a shift. A global grief, a tense and raw, maybe even primal reaction to the threats happening around us. As the human species, I am more convinced that we are beings that feel on a visceral and subconscious level when there is an unsettling of ways of balance. When there is a forceful disruption to harmony that causes pain on a cellular level. 

I cannot remove the visions of scenes of raw pain and grief that we have seen because of social media giving us a visual lens into the ethnocide of the Indigenous people of Palestine. One nation who had a immense part of their own ethnic population decimated due to racist and ethnic hatred has repeated the history of their oppressors onto the Palestinian people. What an odd thing nations with power do. Destroy and dehumanize their subjects and plot to exterminate them. 

I have also been listening to the pleas for relief in Sudan, Congo, and other African countries due to oppressive power displacing and committing horrific violence onto it's people, often hiring other skinfolk to do the work. All the while, White and Latine people voted Trump into office again, after I felt we had barely dodged the bullet of national unraveling he was hinting at during his first term. He is doing the work for rich White Americans to regain unapologetic control of their settler-colonial status in this country, clearing up any question that our often referred to "melting pot" status is not in any way reflective of the true desires of White America in achieving an egalitarian and equitable society. A country where they can budget for reparations while continuing to move over and make space for the rest of us nonwhite, straight, cisgender and nonChristian folks to exist. A place where Indigenous #landback isn't farfetched but logical enough to overturn the overheating of our Earth by creating immediate agreements to return land back instead of fracking mining, and drilling the shit out of it, a living being we depend on for everything. 

I can see direct confrontation of all of the isms, the colonial government, the attacks on our existence that we are seeing around us, is what is upon us right now. Not down the road, sometime in the possible future, but it's here now. We cannot know what is coming, but we must be ready to experience more horrific times ahead. This level of dangerous control and lack of regard for humanity is not normal, and it is not ok. The censorship of those who are loyal to their communities and to themselves is a sign that this no-tolerance of resistance is a promise from Trump, and we can expect to face retaliation for what we do and say that opposes his actions and policies. 

Never forget who we are, as People of The Global Majority. We are first, a majority. We are next, not a subdued and conquered people in spirit. We must awaken that which has been far suppressed and face the manifestation of the past in the current government and remind them from whence we came. We see what power and US-allied support does to countries like Palestine, Congo, and Sudan. Above all, Europeans and European-Americans must deal with their legacy and their violence. The blood on their hands and the silence after the dust settles is not a natural phenomenon they will just easily forget. The Earth is grieving, writhing, and shuddering under the emotional imbalance that has been created and escalated. 

We must be steadfast and full of love, which is also power. 

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