After my last post, I realized I left something out—some of my other reasons for hope. Seeing the ocean, making pictures and babysitting my little buddy feed my soul, and I am also encouraged by our rapidly changing world. Terrified, to be sure, frequently disgusted, and also moved by the acts of courage and solidarity all around us.
What I’m feeling now is our empire crumbling and a mass, long overdue awakening.
This might sound overly optimistic to some. It’s not meant to. I have moments of rage and despair (sometimes more than moments), nights where I don’t sleep much for worry about how this will end. Some of our fellow citizens are armed and scared to death of change, unless it’s rewriting the Constitution or cutting social programs, or whatever fresh hell their leaders are cooking up for us. So, not a great combination.
But. confederate flags are coming down, monuments to hate are being toppled, reparations seem more possible now, and there’s a healthy skepticism around the very idea of billionaires and around the idea that capitalism is responsible for the best ideas. Because competition, I guess. And really, why must competition be the default motivation for creation, for doing good in the world? If competition is all it is said to be, why do we (most of us) so admire people like John Lewis and Dr. Fauci?
There are movements, there are activists to follow, there are actions to take, there are walls of moms, there are walls of all kinds of people, there are leaf blower dads, there are Black Lives Matter signs all over, there are murals, gorgeous, stirring, heartfelt murals, there are brave people standing up for others, there is a good chance we will have a Black woman VP (and eventually, president), there are questions being asked about how we got here, how we can do better, and about systemic racism, there are people working to educate themselves about oppression and their role in helping to end it, and there are young people, so many young people, who are fierce and compassionate and committed to a better world. There is more.
I carry hope, along with more difficult emotions, and with an urgent belief in the need for action.