It dawned on me this morning that the country is in the vice grip of an abusive partner. It is almost paralyzing, numbing, defeating. Who will believe when oppression seeks redress? The abusive partner is a charmer, is charismatic, is connected. So of course no one will come to the aid of those most harmed by the one who claims to have all this power. In some sense, they are right. We have 500 years of those siding with that control. But here is the thing. They only have that ability because of fear. What will they do if? How much can they harm us if? Where will we go if? The paranoia is what has created this massive syndrome of this mindlessness, helplessness, just barely breathing state we are observing in the country. It doesn't have to be this way. Like most bully's, they are petrified, so they bolster and booster and blow hot air hoping that the force of their wind is enough to knock you down. Get up. Turn around. In an almost whisper, say No. Enough. Not anymore. And tak...
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw