Brother, where you been?
I’ve been hiding. I’ve been hibernating. I’ve been AWOL. And most of all, I’ve been ebbing.
It‚Äôs my long-held belief that for the sake of sanity, activists need to ebb and flow. And since this awful election, I’ve been in almost full ebb. Why? Two reasons:
- For my mental health.
- Because I feel the time‚Äôs not yet right for the resistance to begin.
While I and most folks who read this are aghast at Trump‚Äôs attacking the free press, cutting off funds to science, silencing dissent, and lying through his grimacing teeth, these aren’t the things that will roll back the tsunami of stupid that got him elected.
The rollback will come when the lies become too obvious for all but the truest believers to ignore, when the cruelty becomes too painful for all but the most heartless to scorn, when the consequences of xenophobic policies become too impoverishing to overlook.
I think all three are just beginning to happen.
Responding to the lies.
http://cnn.it/2q3WsSc¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Southern Black students turn their backs
And http://wapo.st/2qV11Pm¬†¬†¬† Russian scandal becomes Truth scandal
And http://wapo.st/2q52gtZ ¬†¬†¬†¬† Soviet-style disappearing act
Feeling the cruelty
http://cbsn.ws/2pkXrZT¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† A must-see 60 Minutes segment
http://lat.ms/2mDzJaS¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Farmers can’t find help for harvest
And http://bit.ly/2m2YzUg ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Tourism ‚Äúfallen off a cliff‚Äù
So, do I think the time for resistance is nigh?
No. But I feel the first real stirrings. And a change in the tide.