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scrubjayspeaks) wrote2020-06-02 05:10 pm
scrubjayspeaks) wrote2020-06-02 05:10 pm
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You know, some days, I'm not sure what I'm going to write here. And there are days like today, when I am fucking spoiled for choice.
There's a protest in the town nearest me. Right near the home of the coworker who is trying to move houses today, to whom I was lending a dolly.
Also near where my dad works, only he had the day off and I didn't know it.
Also, I work near a small airfield and saw an Air Force plane, a troop transport looking thing, taxiing around as I was leaving work. And then there were the white, unmarked buses with no passengers headed to said airfield, which I can sort of work out the use of on my own.
And at work, they're telling us to head straight home and avoid the major roads and highways if we can, and if a curfew gets imposed, just follow it and they'll figure out a plan later for people who can't get to work on time (we start very early in the morning).
Yeah, no, I don't know where to even start.
This is the kind of exciting I...don't really need, you know? This is just a lot to process, both all at once and yet also for the past three thousand years that have happened since March.
To be clear, I support the protesters. Without hesitation and without qualification. Yet another black person has been murdered, just because that's a thing that cops can do whenever they want, apparently without consequence. That is horrific beyond measure. Pretty much an expression of grief and outrage seems reasonable to me at this point. I wish strength and power to the protester and whatever safety can be had as they do this work.
It's just a lot, is all I'm saying. Everything is a lot all the time.
There's a protest in the town nearest me. Right near the home of the coworker who is trying to move houses today, to whom I was lending a dolly.
Also near where my dad works, only he had the day off and I didn't know it.
Also, I work near a small airfield and saw an Air Force plane, a troop transport looking thing, taxiing around as I was leaving work. And then there were the white, unmarked buses with no passengers headed to said airfield, which I can sort of work out the use of on my own.
And at work, they're telling us to head straight home and avoid the major roads and highways if we can, and if a curfew gets imposed, just follow it and they'll figure out a plan later for people who can't get to work on time (we start very early in the morning).
Yeah, no, I don't know where to even start.
This is the kind of exciting I...don't really need, you know? This is just a lot to process, both all at once and yet also for the past three thousand years that have happened since March.
To be clear, I support the protesters. Without hesitation and without qualification. Yet another black person has been murdered, just because that's a thing that cops can do whenever they want, apparently without consequence. That is horrific beyond measure. Pretty much an expression of grief and outrage seems reasonable to me at this point. I wish strength and power to the protester and whatever safety can be had as they do this work.
It's just a lot, is all I'm saying. Everything is a lot all the time.