I’ve written from a place of shame; I’ve written from a place of compassion, and I’ve written from a place of love. I don’t know that I’ve ever written from a place of anger of the sort I feel now.
I am angry at our operating system.
I am angry at the patriarchy.
I am angry at the Judeo-Christian, off-planetary, white male, asexual god.
This myth has got to burn.
Operating from this place of hierarchy and feudalism is killing our planet, and this dominant world view divides. If we’re operating with parent images, we must replace the god metaphor of king on the throne with that of the Great Earth Mother— a strong, black, beautiful and naked woman who birthed (and wants to nurture) us all. We must replace in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit with in the name of the North, the East, the South and the West. We must see and feel our connectedness. We must see that we can’t be for women and deny them the right to make decisions about their very own bodies. We must see that we can’t be pro-equal rights for some and not for others.
We cannot believe only some are the chosen people.
We must look to our historical figures with accuracy and cut the bullshit. We can walk in the way of Jesus, but we can’t distort his activism, love and self-sacrifice. And we certainly can’t use his name has a shield to protect us from the work we need to do.
We must know how powerful we are and the responsibility we have because of our power. Every word we choose and act we perform has consequences. We must act bravely and with discernment. It is absolutely okay to take breaks. It is not okay to stick our heads in the sand and pretend the lives of others are not our business, play that we are here on earth merely to consume and be entertained and distracted.
No.
We must wake up to our potential, to our power and to our duty to serve and to protect this earth and all her inhabitants. We must see that I am you and you are me. We must acknowledge both the slave and the slave master in each of us. Don’t try to tell me you don’t have slave master in you. How does the voice in your head speak? Is it kind? Compassionate? Soothing? Or does it tell you you are not good enough, that you must compete harder and perform and perfect better? Or else.
The work is inside work and it’s outside work. And it is all HARD FUCKING WORK. It will make you tired. It will make you mad and it will make you confused. I know. And I know I’m not alone. You can join me too.
Please stand up to nonsense. Please stand up for all humankind. Please don’t concern yourself with where people put their private parts, or with whom they put them. Please don’t value your property over human life. Please don’t tell me we can have differences of opinions about basic human rights like voting, healthcare and personal safety and still be friends.
No.
If you are not willing to stand up to your church or your church’s teachings, or your parents or neighbors or anyone whom you love in the name of keeping the peace, I ask you, what kind of peace do you want to keep?
Racism must become uncomfortable for all, not just for those whose skin is darker than ours. Misogyny must be uncomfortable for all, not just for those harassed. Discrimination based on gender identity and sexual orientation has to stop. Xenophobia must go. We are a global community whether we like it or not, which means we are all in this together.
All of us.