I See You
I had written an entire piece about the events of the last few days, but as I got to the end of it I realized it is not going to change anyone’s mind. If people want to mourn a dead bigot they are going to mourn a dead bigot.
In the end I found myself mad at myself for giving those few fuckheads my energy. I should have focused on the people I knew would become targets because, let’s face it, they are the same people who Charlie Kirk hisownself targeted. Seriously, fuck that guy.
The queer kids, the trans kids, the black and brown kids, the jewish kids, the muslim kids, the kids who simply don’t fit into the neat little gentrified, christian, Charlie Kirk/Stephen Miller/Nick Fuentes/Ben Shapiro/MAGA worldview - those are the ones that deserve my attention.
And when I said “kids” I don’t just mean those of you that are under the legal age. I mean all of you, even my elders. You deserve to have a country that allows you to live and breathe freely. To exist without fear of beind demonized, or threatened by weak men who scapegoat you to make up for their own shortcomings. I guess I use the term “kids” because so many of you are young enough to be my child and I wish so much that you were all protected and safe from the likes of the dead bigot.
I am so sorry that we didn’t create a country worthy of you.
You deserve a world where you’re not othered. Where all of things that make you different on the surface are recognized for what they really are - a beautiful contribution to the delicious and gorgeous mosaic that makes up humanity. You deserve a world where you are never questioned for succeeding, but are celebrated for admired. You deserve a world where you can love freely, openly, and without fear.
Until we can have a country - a world - like that, I promise to have your back. I see you and as long as I exist you have at least one ally. If the bigots come for you, they’ll have to come through me. And when we finally get a world like that, I’ll celebrate so loudly you’ll be me to stop embarrassing you in front of your friends.
