I’ve been weeping. Seriously, my eyes are like a sprinkler system for my face. I’ve been well-watered like a manicured lawn, (hopefully I don’t start sprouting grass). It’s all this violence, all this hate, you know? All those giant vats of fear people carry around and struggle to keep upright have flipped right the fuck over and the putrid, sticky contents are flooding the streets.
I’ve been reading about the protests in Portland, OR that have turned violent. I love Portland. I spent years in that city. Violence has never been the image that comes to my mind when I consider Portland. I’ve been following news reports about children going to school with Trump signs, chanting about building a wall and white supremacy. Children! Filled with hateful fear. Fear and ignorance passed down from generation to generation. Continue reading