Wax dripped onto my fingers as I gripped a candle in the midst of hundreds. I stood in Washington Square two nights ago, catching snatches of the speakers' declarations, a litany of "Stand up, fight back"s and "This is what America looks like"s and "No ban, no wall"s. The memory of the press of people at my shoulders bolsters me now as I consider the past few days of controversial Executive Orders and the resulting protests.
Fear materializes out of the void where no relationships exist. It feeds on the theoretical, the disconnected statistics thrown into a debate, the single story extracted out of a neighborhood, a people, bloated with condemnations and anxieties.
"Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than sun, more last than star…" -E.E. Cummings The bus arrived in Chicago on a clear morning. I left the Greyhound bus station in a bluster of bouncing … Continue reading re-vision part III