Instead of going to the Women's March, I went on a long hike with Jody, which feels like a more authentic choice for me. I very much value the protests and protestors and protesting going on, but I always feel kinda funny with the chanting
and things like such as. Like a poser. A one-on-one prison abolition strategizing session is a more me kind of civic engagement.
I was telling Jody how I think education needs a public intellectual to come out with a
New Jim Crow typa book that raises the level of the national conversation on education the way Michelle Alexander did criminal justice, and Jody said I should write it then.
That kind of writing sounds SO HARD, so I don't know about that, but I do have a lot to say about schools and prisons and the ways they operate together, and I really want to get into the habit of working out my thinking again.
So what you're likely to see here, Mom, in the coming weeks is lot of "Here's what I did today" drivel just so that I can get into the habit of writing regularly. I'm not so depressed at the moment, and when I'm depressed seems to be when the juices are really flowing.
For instance, here's something that happened today: Just now as I was arriving home from Bible study, I had to leave the car on the street because our landlord (and Andrew's new BFF) is charging his electric car in the driveway. And I thought to myself, "Well this is a funny place to be in life."
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Lately, I'm really into engaging white people on Facebook.
I'm tired now, and going to pour another glass of wine, but what I'd like to write in the next couple of days is what I would
like to say in response to my cousin's abrasive libertarian posts.
It takes a lot of practice, arguing with white people does, because they hit you with this "common sense" (read: status quo white supremacist thinking) that you have to unravel on the spot.
