Living In America

I’ve already been in a state of near debilitating catatonia for at least the past couple of weeks over the state of the world right now, and the events of the last few days have only exacerbated these feelings, so I really don’t have the energy to say or write or even begin to coherently express my thoughts about what is going on in this country, except to say this: In one sense at least, it is genuinely mind-boggling to me that we are having race riots in America in 2020, and that the despicable events which precipitated those riots are still taking place. But it another sense, it isn’t surprising at all. Why should it be. Racism is a part of our national DNA and to some extent always will be. But in any case, it is profoundly, miserably, mind-numbingly depressing. As if there were not, already, enough to be depressed about at this particular moment.

So I’m struggling. As are we all. But what is there to do but persevere.

To reject racism and oppression and particularly, violence, in all forms in any way I can.

To help amplify the voices of those to whom we should all be looking for guidance on these issues, like Toni Morrison and James Baldwin.

To hope that tomorrow will be better than today.

And just to keep going, I suppose. Like Elaine Barrish.

Sigourney always knows what to say.