Carry on, my friends.

Somehow, we need to carry on.We need to live our lives, show up
to our jobs and our friends and loved ones.Do chores, teach our children right from wrong, and work to
care for our little corner of the world.
It feels impossible.Each day, for months now, a new outrage.Trump boasting that he grabs women by the pussy.Mocking a man with a disability.Planning to take his first weekend in office off.Loading the government with old white businessmen.And on and on.You know all of it.We sit here and love this country, love what we want it to stand for: the land of the free, the home of the brave.Lifting our lamp for the oppressed.And being smacked in the face with the reality that it never really was that.The dark seed of hatred toward people of color, people with different sexual orientations, people without a penis, has blossomed into a terrible, intolerable fruit.
But we believed.We believed, as Dr. King said, that “the arc of history bends towards justice.”We believed that our imperfect gov…
It feels impossible.Each day, for months now, a new outrage.Trump boasting that he grabs women by the pussy.Mocking a man with a disability.Planning to take his first weekend in office off.Loading the government with old white businessmen.And on and on.You know all of it.We sit here and love this country, love what we want it to stand for: the land of the free, the home of the brave.Lifting our lamp for the oppressed.And being smacked in the face with the reality that it never really was that.The dark seed of hatred toward people of color, people with different sexual orientations, people without a penis, has blossomed into a terrible, intolerable fruit.
But we believed.We believed, as Dr. King said, that “the arc of history bends towards justice.”We believed that our imperfect gov…