Yesterday I walked with a protest, and being UVA
hovers over everything in Charlottesville, VA, there was a high petty bourgeoisie
factor to it, and I’ve definitely been feeling my class more than ever lately.
But I kept my mind focused on the people I care about and love who were also
walking, instead of the abundance of folks who may or may not realize their
existence’s own complicity in the inequality that pervades American existence
in 2020. Got burned out on the open mic format of sharing, because we don’t
really need white folks telling each other how using the n-word is bad at a
Black Lives Matter march. That work can be done elsewhere. So I walked back home, along the railroad
tracks, then cut past Garrett back through Belmont. Cookouts were popping at
Garrett, and a sedan was sitting there double parked, windows open, nobody
inside, blasting go-go music. “Ahh… summer in Virginia is official now” I thunk
to myself, and a couple kids were in the soccer field there playing tug of war
with a long strand of caution tape. I hope your revolution includes the poor,
and not just the people you think have obvious value in your existing way of
life. I hope your revolution has go-go music, and a fish fry or two. The
revolution still will not be televised, no matter how much some people like to
convince you we’ve progressed. We ain’t done shit yet.
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