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Dec. 20th, 2005
Something you have to understand about me... I'm not just a Liberal because it's the "happy feel-good" way to be nor do I get ego-boosts from it because I'm oh-so-better than "those poor downtrodden"
Fuck that shit.
The reason I post things like this is because I wasn't just raised by Activist Liberals, I saw what they went through. Do you know what I'm talking about when I say Liberals risked their lives to help bring equality to our society? Do you? Because what I'm talking about is the FACT that people DIED - yes, killed, murdered, gunned down, lynched whatever-gives-you-nightmares - doing things like marching for civil rights, ending wars, free speech et al. You think Liberals are hysterical about human rights? That's because we aren't just talking about our lovely Utopian dreams - we have SEEN what government repression looks like in our own country.
I once watched on television a civil rights demonstration end in massive police action - AKA violence towards citizenry. I watched people being bludgeoned, bleeding in the streets. I saw newspaper articles with pictures of people strung up in trees. I listened to people only slightly older than myself talk about the fear they had when the police would show up in their neighborhood in the middle of the night.
So can your superior attitude. When you bleat and moan about how things "ought to be" you'd better get your ass to a library and learn a little bit more about how things USED TO BE AND COULD BE AGAIN.
...and oh yeah, that blood I saw running in the street? I couldn't tell if it came from white people, brown people, gays, jews or catholics. Funny that.
Fuck that shit.
The reason I post things like this is because I wasn't just raised by Activist Liberals, I saw what they went through. Do you know what I'm talking about when I say Liberals risked their lives to help bring equality to our society? Do you? Because what I'm talking about is the FACT that people DIED - yes, killed, murdered, gunned down, lynched whatever-gives-you-nightmares - doing things like marching for civil rights, ending wars, free speech et al. You think Liberals are hysterical about human rights? That's because we aren't just talking about our lovely Utopian dreams - we have SEEN what government repression looks like in our own country.
I once watched on television a civil rights demonstration end in massive police action - AKA violence towards citizenry. I watched people being bludgeoned, bleeding in the streets. I saw newspaper articles with pictures of people strung up in trees. I listened to people only slightly older than myself talk about the fear they had when the police would show up in their neighborhood in the middle of the night.
So can your superior attitude. When you bleat and moan about how things "ought to be" you'd better get your ass to a library and learn a little bit more about how things USED TO BE AND COULD BE AGAIN.
...and oh yeah, that blood I saw running in the street? I couldn't tell if it came from white people, brown people, gays, jews or catholics. Funny that.
things I don't talk about...
Dec. 20th, 2005 03:09 pmmoving... yes it's going to be hella sad. I see much depression masquerading as anger and resentment on the horizon. I refuse to even think about how life will be without my daily dose of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
senimchi. I can't go there. I know I will cry the first time I have a funny story and I run to tell lafemmedesfemme about it and I realize I'll have to pick up the telephone. I know I'm going to hit a point where I suddenly feel an ache because I can't go knock on the door and get ladylabyrinth to go out for coffee with me. So I'm not thinking about it.
then there's the work of moving... I don't want to talk about how much my mood swings during a move - the optimistic joy of having a new place to make my own followed by the crashing despair of so much unending work. then there's the sudden lack of hugs I'm going to be feeling. the lack of "sisterhood" I'l run into. the silence of the house when no one's home and no one's coming home for a while. I feel like I'm running headlong into the void of "the forgotten" and paying for the privellege. I wish I could be a better communicator with the women I love... instead I go downstairs intending to tell lafemme about how much I'll miss her and end up talking some inane BS about my LJ. Because I don't want to think about it or feel it, I can't talk about it.
senimchi. I can't go there. I know I will cry the first time I have a funny story and I run to tell lafemmedesfemme about it and I realize I'll have to pick up the telephone. I know I'm going to hit a point where I suddenly feel an ache because I can't go knock on the door and get ladylabyrinth to go out for coffee with me. So I'm not thinking about it.then there's the work of moving... I don't want to talk about how much my mood swings during a move - the optimistic joy of having a new place to make my own followed by the crashing despair of so much unending work. then there's the sudden lack of hugs I'm going to be feeling. the lack of "sisterhood" I'l run into. the silence of the house when no one's home and no one's coming home for a while. I feel like I'm running headlong into the void of "the forgotten" and paying for the privellege. I wish I could be a better communicator with the women I love... instead I go downstairs intending to tell lafemme about how much I'll miss her and end up talking some inane BS about my LJ. Because I don't want to think about it or feel it, I can't talk about it.