may day
yesterday and the day before i helped prepare for a big demonstration in toronto. despite the storm the energy was amazing with people taking the streets. suddenly, on the march itself, i found myself becoming some kind of marshall, holding a megaphone, screaming against the deportation of immigrants, against the exploitation of non-status peoples. i never saw myself doing this, and cringe at the memory of it. who am i to scream on the streets of a foreign land? and yet there were filipina immigrants there too, who were marching with us, and even if i am in a different place from them (structurally, my privilege) i still hope that our being there together mattered.
but still, a megaphone? me? i would rather sit and read books. or dip my toes into the sea. or bake cookies for friends as we sit and talk about poetry.
but still, a megaphone? me? i would rather sit and read books. or dip my toes into the sea. or bake cookies for friends as we sit and talk about poetry.