Thinking of weary soldiers in Ukraine, of families in flimsy tents in Gaza, on this cold winter night, I remember this poem: poetryfoundation.org/poems/5…
First Moloch, horrid king, besmear’d with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents’ tears, Though for the noise of Drums and Timbrels loud Their children’s cries unheard, that pass’d through fire To his grim idol.
My heart besieged by anger, my mind a gap of danger. I walked among their old haunts. the home ground where they bled; And in the dirt lay justice like an acorn in the winter Till its oak would sprout in Derry where the thirteen men lay dead.
#BloodySunday50
I have hoarded
The tests
That were in
The pharmacy
And which
You were probably
Saving
For Christmas
Forgive me
They were negative
So accurate
And so scarce
ALT A Ruth Wilson Gilmore quotation about abolition is the caption for a still from the popular television program Gilmore Girls. The caption states: "From the '70s into the early '90s, what existed of the weak welfare state was being very deliberately dismantled. ...we saw, rising in the interstices of those gaps, prison after prison after prison, police after police after police."
I always wondered how liberals responded as white supremacists systematically established Jim Crow and restricted the black vote. Now I see. They say “isn’t that horrible, but we have more pressing concerns at the moment.” Black people’s oppression is rarely the priority.