#foreversalty

So I’ve been in DC for about 4 weeks now. At this moment, I have a love and hate relationship with the city. I have never been as broke as I am now. EVERYTHING costs money and my dumbass keep making horrible financial decisions like I got money. But over all (trying to stay optimistic here), I love it. I’m always surrounded with beautiful black and brown folk (which makes me feel like I finally belong!), always have something to do, I like all my classes so far and they all start after 11:10am, have a chance to meet new people everyday etc. Yeah life isn’t too bad. Although, I have been playing too much and need to seriously get my life together. I know everyone procrastinate but I lowkey have just been avoiding my work and summer application and hoping they’ll just get done somehow. I keep doing this to myself and I don’t know why I’m like this-_-. Also, don’t want to complain too much since I notice I do that a lot instead of actually getting the work done. 

-things I witnessed while in DC:

-Trumps inauguration: actually didn’t see the ceremony but was part of a protest that started at the gate to the national mall, walked in the streets chanting “No Trump, No KKK, No Fanciest USA” and “My body my right,” blocked the highway for a bit and walked through traffic with our signs (getting some hate (a bus full of trump supporters) and love), a die-in in front of the Capitol (for some amount of minutes for a reason I don’t recall-sorry), and walked inside a mall and disturbed the peace for a bit. To be honest, I did not think the protest was as impactful for me because since his victory, I’ve sort of felt confused and extremely hopeless. And although the show of solidarity and unity that day made me feel a little better about what is about to come in the next four years and residual after effect of his presidency, I knew most of the people there (who were mostly white) will not continue this fight once things calm down. This county is getting significantly worse for POCs, Muslims, women, and LGBTQs day by day and participating in a march did not feel enough especially when thinking about the shit we will have deal with now that a man child is running the county. I felt like I needed to do something else, something more and impactful but did not know what. I do understand the power of demonstration and standing up for what you believe in and do plan to continue with doing that, but I know that’s not enough and with God, I hope to find a way to fight for the rights of those I love, for those who’ve been silenced, and just humanity.

-Women’s March: I have similar feelings about this march. Loved all the solidarity and the show of power in numbers but I am guilty of questioning the many white marchers of their commitment. Is this a one day thing or a show of commitment to the struggle of liberation of EVERYONE? I am usually a very optimistic individual but current events have turned me a little salty and even though I hope all this white people stick around and become comrades in our struggle, I can’t help and think about the ones that will go back home satisfied with their contribution to the bettering of society, not lift another finger for the next four+ years to make actual change and one day tell their grandkids on how “woke” / “liberal” they were. Like I said, I’m a little salty but I do hope that this is a wake up call for many and even though it’s little dim now, I also do see a light at the end of this tunnel and pray that we all come out of this nauseating situation stronger and more unified. 

Okay done with the rant, well sort of.