I am truly disabled. And, at this time, I'm not being paid to be a teacher or a professor. When you're an activist, there is no grade. No number, no medal, no letter grade. You measure suces by legislation that is passed, people who are helped, helpful environmental changes. 1/
Sometimes you don't get the changes or progress you wanted. But you keep trying, remembering to take breaks and time for yourself. You may die before seeing the change that you wanted. But you will have put down bricks in the foundation of justice and equality. 2/
I am always grateful to the activists who came before me, in past generations, and my elders who are still alive. They helped lay the foundation for civil rights, gender equity, sustainable agricultute, clean water, clean energy. 3/
Many activists in this country and around the world have been killed because they fought for workers' rights, fought for civil rights, fought for environmental justice and clean energy. I honor the memory of those who died. I am lucky to be an educated white woman in the U.S. 4/
The last three years have not been easy. But I am alive. Philando Castille was shot in the summer of 2016. He is dead and I am alive, and that says so much about my country. I love the United States, but we are still marching on that journey toward justice. 5/
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