There is so much hate going around, its contagion seems inescapable. I am suspicious of all hate. I am suspicious as to how relatively easy (forgive me if I use the term ‘easy’ lightly) it has been to convince well-thinking people to devote time and energy in the hate-mobile. These are difficult times. Horrible things are happening to well-loved people, and deeply held ideals are being shattered. I suspect that valuable resources are being wasted as good people (and people who want to try their hand at being good, meaning responsible critical thinkers and doers) are getting captured by the BANG that hate brings. It is intoxicating. People are drunk on it and the high obscures truth. If truth is medicine for this historic moment, this land and the people within it, it must then be the bitter truth. You know… the medicine without the sugar/syrup. Some of us have never had medicine without ample amounts of sweet and so have no idea what the taste of bitter does to the mind and body. The illusions, slight-of-hand, and reckless lies of the history, history-making, and history-keeping machinery of this nation is a reality that all within it must now reckon.
Today I was happy to discover Amy Hunter’s ‘Things White People Don’t Know’, where she uses love as a technology for truth telling activism.