I am writing to you from my box seat at the fall of Rome.
It’s exactly 70 degrees. The few clouds in the sky are so vaporous that I can hardly call them “clouds” without feeling like a liar.
Tomorrow, I could wake up under fascist rule.
I don’t remember the last time I felt proud to be an American, or if I ever did. The Fourth of July looms—a red, white, and blue splotch on my calendar.
The clueless sky is aggressively optimistic, a perfect picture of toxic positivity reminding us that all will be well in its nonchalant, lounging blueness.
A coup, they are saying. The Supreme Court is performing a coup. And I need to google this word; I plunk “define coup” into my keyboard and enter this strange, liminal space where textbook becomes reality.
Coup, one of France’s many donations to the English language, sounds too gentle for the aggressive act it names: forceful, swift, and illegal control wrested from the hands of a government.
The Supreme Court has [allegedly] seized power illegally. The cosmic irony is not lost on me.
Fragmented voices of ghosts from the past waft into my subconscious with or without permission:
The centre cannot hold—
Meaningless, meaningless, says the teacher—
First they came for the Socialists—
Sit and drink Pennyroyal tea—
Rage, rage against the dying of the light—
INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER—
Certain inalienable rights—
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil—
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed—
I don’t deal in platitudes or meaningless words of false comfort.
If democracy dies in the United States, we will be the most shameful country on the planet.
And you, the so-called party of "law and order," have brought us to this edge of destruction. You have ushered us to this crucial moment.
All will not be well. One of the most harmful aspects of modern Evangelical Christianity is its refusal to take responsibility for the world around it, relying on God as a personal handyman.
No, all will not be well. If we are to survive with our freedoms in tact, we must realize how imperative our own choices are. We must watch closely. We must respond swiftly. We must defend democracy.
I don’t know what any of this will look like. I don’t even know what any single one of us can do.
But for me, it starts here. With pen and paper.
"Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light,
Don’t give in without a fight."