sunday energy #50

damn bitch you live like this?

First, I want to direct you to this Stop Cop City teach-in happening today at 5pm to 7pm EST, co-hosted by WAWOG, the Weelaunee Defense Society, and Demilitarize Atlanta 2 Palestine. The livestream will be broadcast via Haymarket’s YouTube here.

Next, I want to pointyou to this link (where you can find vigils being held around the country today and tomorrow in honor of Nex Benedict, who should still be alive) and this link (where PYM has posted info on protests taking place for the upcoming global day of action on March 2).

Finally, I want to tell you about my morning. I woke up incensed. I mean, I literally shot out of bed, eyes wide open, and started ranting to myself (and perhaps the neighbors, the walls here are thin) about how ridiculous this all is — genocide, cop cities, blatant disregard for trans youth, etc — and how pissed off I am about living under the scam of white supremacy-capitalism-patriarchy. People just want to live, and they can’t, because life has no value in comparison to property, land, minerals, snack foods.

Minutes before I awoke, I had been dreaming. I was in some sort hotel reception hall with bland fluorescent lighting and a bad carpeted floor the color of congealed oatmeal. The only real color in the place were the aunties, what felt like thousands of aunties dressed wearing outfits and headwraps in vibrating reds, golds, pinks, oranges. They were all making plates at a buffet table the length of the Wall of China. They shoveled little mountains of jollof and fried plantains and beef stew into their mouths. I watched them from a corner. I wanted some jollof. But I couldn’t move or speak. Or, I didn’t know how to move or speak, I can’t remember. Either way, I was frozen, hoping someone would notice me. I stood there, yearning.

After a long while, one of the aunties in line turned in my direction, holding a plate of food out as she stuck a bofrot in her mouth and said “If you want it so bad, why don’t you just take it?”