#11.2.20

11.2.20. Chicago

Several labor unions representing at least 150,000 workers, including the Chicago Teachers Union, are prepared to take any nonviolent action to prevent Trump from stealing the election. UE president Rosen suggested the need for a general strike.

Statement from the unions:

“We believe the labor movement has as essential roll in defending democracy. We believe in the power of the people—the mutli-racial working-class majority—and we’re ready to defend our right to a free and fair election and a peaceful transition of power.”

“We will stand up for democratic rights wherever they are at risk. We call on all unions, community, faith, and civic organizations, and public leaders to unite in vigilance and readiness to defend our rights as the votes in the November 3rd election are cast and counted.”

His hands shot up to his throat, eyes wide.

“Sir Su!”

Jingyan had only seen such a reaction in one other person before, but he didn’t have time to ruminate on the parallels. He rushed toward Mei Changsu.

Fei Liu ran for Doctor Yan. Jingyan cleared the mess out of the way and supported Changsu in his arms before he fell to the floor.

His body trembled and shuddered, gasping for breath, already pale lips tinged blue.

Dr Yan rushed in with medicine already prepared and wasted no time forcing it down Changsu’s throat.

Yan was ready with a basin when he summarily expelled everything, hacking and retching.

Fei Liu was patting his back over and over while Doctor Yan handed over a second bowl of medicine.

Changsu drank it down, then his hand holding the bowl dropped to the floor. His head lolled and eyes closed. Jingyan looked to Doctor Yan.

“He’ll need time to rest and recover.” Yan looks over to Li Gang. “When he wakes up, make sure he eats something. This morning’s breakfast was one of the few things he’s had the last two days.”

Then he inspects the food on the floor and misses Jingyan’s expression of surprise and worry. Sir Su had hardly eaten and Jingyan goes and gives him an allergic reaction. His heart ached.

Again Jingyan’s mind drifted to that person from long ago. But, no. He mentally shook himself. Many people have food allergies, it’s not unheard of. Moreover, Sir Su had such a fragile constitution. It was hardly unusual.

“Hmph, here it is,” Yan said, eyeing a piece of a hazelnut sweet Jingyan had brought over.

Jingyan felt his heart stutter for a moment.

“Is... Sir Su allergic to hazelnuts?” he asked numbly.

Yan froze and looked over at Jingyan. He seemed to deliberate a moment before letting his shoulders slump and nodded in affirmation, keeping his eyes on the patient.

Jingyan turned, staring into space. He mouthed what his mind was too afraid to think.

Heyo, haven’t posted my face in a Hot Minute. These are from august but I haven’t taken any selfies I like recently lol

Harry Styles on the set of ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ 11.2.20

Disruption Project Guide for 2020:

“The 2020 election may be a pivotal moment to build toward a vision of transformation. We all must unequivocally acknowledge that there will be issues that remain long after the election is over--things that will require long and sustained organizing efforts. People have been throwing down all across the country for months, so this can’t be just a “call to the streets.” Rather, we need to talk about what’s happening broadly and make a case for developing that street sense into broad, collective strategic action. This guide is a contribution to those efforts.“