Of DACA and Miss Celie…

Most days, my gaze is fixed, with contentment and certainty, on continuous applied activism – imparting peace, love, and compassion through my self-care, work, parenting, community, etc., in opposition to the evil works of the foul-hearted. Some days, I waver in my contentment, my spirit is incensed and I want to lose myself in a righteous bloodlust aimed to exterminate cruelty. There have been more of the “some days” than I care to admit, in the last nine months. This morning I woke with a heart heavy with awareness of the many ways the vulnerable among us are having protections removed and their predators encouraged…empowered. I am tempted to hate the perpetrators, the complicit, the lazy, and the enabling. I am tempted to “fix” them. I am tempted to vomit foul words on everyone who looks like them. I am tempted to pray prayers for their painful affliction. I am tempted… It is in my scramble for prayer intentions that I am made aware that my heart is being baited/led, not into a temptation of pleasure, but a temptation to hate. The indulgence of which leads to ugliness and leads to death – not for the evil foul-hearted – but for my heart, my peace, my body, and what I am cultivating for my generations to inherit.¬†However, in my wavering contentment, I am never moved from my certainty. White Supremacist Heteropatriarchy has been marching toward its death since its inception. Its purpose; to take with it as many of us as possible. It is without regard, has long arms, and is cannibalistic – it will eat its own. But...