Listen

IMG_20200602_204212_016.jpgI’ve struggled with what to say since watching the footage of George Floyd dying under the knee of Minneapolis police officer Derek Chauvin.  I needed an outlet for the rage I felt, but could manage nothing more than some really bad poetry.

Since then, I’ve been watching events unfold with a range of emotions that have only made it harder to put words to paper about what’s happening in this country.  After all, it’s not my voice that matters in this fight, it’s my actions as an ally.

But there is something I want to address right now.  These protests, whether peaceful vigils and marches or more aggressive and even destructive movements, come from a deep well of justifiable rage.  People are out in the streets because they have been oppressed for far too long (since forever).  It is way past time to stop ignoring, or worse, co-opting their voices.

This isn’t some sort of new world order coup to take over the United States.  This isn’t a George Soros funded deep state operation conducted by Antifa activists.  This isn’t an underhanded plot by the Democrats to take the White House away from Donald Trump.  Stop with that shit.

Stop trying to steal the narrative.  Stop trying to co-opt an absolutely vital movement.  Stop believing that black and brown people can’t rise up and force change, not because they are driven by some sort of behind-the-scenes diabolical conspiracy to overthrow the government, but because they are legitimately more than tired of living the way they’ve had to in this country.

Just stop, and give this moment to the minority voices this nation needs to hear.  Amplify them.  If you can’t do that, then just be quiet and get out of the way.

Leaves Are Changing

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The leaves are changing color, and the days are taking on that golden fall tint.  September is settling in and the nights are growing colder.  I’ve always loved the season changes.  I nearly always find myself anxious for the switch from one passion to another, from the river to the slopes, usually with some quality single-track time in between.  I’ve been anticipating this fall for awhile, as it promises a return to those long-neglected passions.

School has started, and I’ve sent my youngest out into the world for Kindergarten.  An empty and silent house is perhaps the greatest, and most eagerly anticipated, change for me this past week.  I’m suddenly rediscovering just how many hours there really are in a day.

Change is also in store for my career as a writer.  I will no longer be contributing articles to Newsbud, though I wish them success.  I’m hoping to write more here on the blog again.  More importantly, with all this newly recovered time on my hands, I plan to finish my long overdue novel.  I’m eager to return my focus to fiction for a while, and I’m feeling a great sense of freedom and inspiration.

The leaves are changing, and I’m excited.