This terrible morning, I'm going out to search for the young version of myself that woke up every day wondering if a friend might have become infected or died; a version of myself who managed to care for the dying; to love with passion despite fear; to fight on the streets and with words and images and music. A version of myself who did this while knowing that the government would happily let my community die. Somewhere on these Portland streets that are wet and the color of tears, I know he's out there waiting to be found and put to work.
As citizens, as parents, and as artists we will keep pushing against this cult of patriarchal white KKK nationalism, their ego and greed driven fear of women, their xenophobia, and their demoralization and dehumanization of cultural diversity.
We will fight it til the day we die.
