“The life that remains. The life that continues to defy certain removal and dismemberment of self from self from his/herstory from family from truth from gods from us–of old, new, now and tomorrow–we celebrate, that even still our death has not been won, paid for, laid claim to. We celebrate that at least, for us, the power to die remains the province of the flesh hold the beating heart in its crevice…”
“The revolution will cost all that we have. It will cost our lives, with the ever-elusive promise, that we might transcend the products, producers and midwives of violence we have become…”
Trump has again turned his attention to people of the Islamic faith. It is not often that you’ll find me defending a religion–being the agnostic humanist that I am–but when the humanity of a group of people is denigrated in my name, I feel compelled to say otherwise. There are folks around the world, religious, areligious and agnostic that are wonderful, kind and gracious. There are also folks–many of which are Christian and here in Amerikkka–that are murderous, cunning and perhaps beyond repair in this lifetime. However, the blood that is shed is not simply on that person physically wielding the weapon but on the communities, the nations, the world that has led someone to believe or exist in a state of mind that convinces them that destruction is the only way to peace or freedom. Our work then, not only rests in the denunciation of Trump and his ilk, but also in our (in)actions, individual, collection and as a nation, that erode the quality of life of people we have never met. We must be careful about what we consume, energy and food, and its effects on folks around the world. We must consider not only the economic and human costs of war for America, but also the folks in close proximity, just trying to get by. We must recall, that every privilege has a cost, even when we are not there to see borne.