Que vuelva tu risa.
Que tu luz no se apague.
Que se espanten los miedos y te huyan las sombras.
Que tu cama te acoja seca y suave.
Que la loma sostenga tus pasos y te vea correr.
Que la luna no te llame en vano.
Que tu voz ya nunca más resuene en ecos de paredes frías y duras cuando llames a tu mamá.
May your laughter come back.
May your light not extinguish.
May the fears recoil and the shadows run from you.
May your bed embrace you dry and soft.
May the hill hold your steps and see you run.
May the moon not call you in vain.
May your voice never more resound in echoes of walls, cold and hard, when you call for your mom.
After an exhausting week of verbal racist attacks, violent threats, insults, and the daily dose of invitations to go back to where I come from, it was such a beautiful soothing balm to my heart to see this rainbow colored glimmer of hope.
This is a sign post, dear friends. We are walking the good path. Keep going! Keep going!
Never have I seen a sparrow stop in mid flight just after lifting skyward.
Neither shall we stop.
Take a moment to enjoy this brief respite in the storm, and take in the rainbow beauty announcing the world to come.
(Historic ruling: Supreme Court says LBTQ community enjoys constitutional protection against discrimination.)
“Defunding” doesn’t really mean a complete elimination of the police, but a radical reworking of its role and the amount of funding it gets.
The reasons given against this are reminiscent of the reasons empires give against accepting the independence of the colonies: that the savages won’t be able to manage themselves and achieve peace on their own.
Even if that were true, and it’s not, the system as it is—a systemic oppression against minorities—is untenable and inexcusable.
Defund the police. Redefine the role it plays and allocate resources away from violent repression and towards helping the growth of the community.