July has been unbelievably taxing, with everything that's happening in government, when threats to our security come from the very institutions that are mandated to protect us.
I'm not going to lie. I'm scared. Very. It would be foolish not to be. But one look at this little perzen and I'm reminded why the voices that tell us to be scared are the very same ones that tell us not to be silenced or paralyzed by this fear.
Years from now, when events of this period are reduced to stories and pages in history books with questionable veracity, what do we tell our children / grandchildren when they ask us what we roles we took on during this time? How do we tell them that our silence fueled the existing oppressive forces? That we were too busy with work, research outputs, chalking up points for promotion? That the form of 'activism' that we chose was the one most convenient for us?
Or are we already drawing up our own version of historical revisionism in our minds?
"But how will she know if you won't even be around anymore to tell her about it?" asks the equally scared supposed-dissenter who is just being practical.
Oh, she will know. She will know.
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