How To Deliberately Stoke Infighting: A play in 2 acts
Act 1:
Act 2:
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What do you want to bet @baerialist sent those screenshots saying I agreed to coffee to NoBonzo?
(if I'm right, @baerialist deliberately retraumatized an abuse victim in the process)
I know a lot of the people who follow me are sick of this shit. There's an idea that if I don't give it air it'll go away.
I am also sick of this shit, and truly I am done addressing it publicly after this. Clearly it will never go away, because people are making sure it won't
I am leaving Portland very soon. It doesn't really matter any longer what this community believes I am or am not
But you might want to take notes on what's happening here, because I'm not the first person, nor will I be the last
Consider sharing. People should know
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This is a take that's going to upset people but it's a conversation we need to have so here goes:
Not-Black people should always, ALWAYS be quiet and listen to Black voices when it comes to the experience of being Black, lived oppression, the kinds of solutions that can move us forward into a more equitable world, what Black communities need to thrive, etc.
The fact that only Black people know what it is to be Black in America, and that we should listen without speaking on that subject, does NOT mean Black people are omniscient in every area of activism or life and should never be questioned
2) I just appeared on the latest No Easy Answers podcast (@NoEasyAnswerPod) with the esteemed @realjulestaylor. We talk about the far right, mostly why are they and what can we do about it?
It was really fun to make, hopefully you enjoy it too
When the last chants of "we do this every night" fade out?
When the rains come and nothing's really changed except for you and everyone you know?
What do you do when you've run on adrenaline for so long that you can't remember how to cook food or work out or whatever normal stuff you used to do before the fires, before the feds, before the chanting of the names?
When normalcy feels like a betrayal, a broken promise?
What do you do when you give a cause your all, shed blood for it, drip sweat and tears and trauma, and it doesn't succeed?
What next, when you swore you'd never stop fighting and then the fighting stops?
Hi there, I just got back from the District Courthouse, where @JuniperLSimonis documented the uncomfortable number of spent toxic crowd control munitions lying around behind the fence
Some background:
The District Courthouse fence, erected during the Fed War in July, is coming down
A chunk of the concrete barricades supporting the fence have been removed
Last night, Dr. Simonis and others (including @AlissaAzar) noticed a rather prodigious number of...this
You may notice that the munitions are corroded
That, Dr Simonis explains, is because the chemicals still within and around the munitions have continued to react. As water flows over the munitions--as it has done all winter--the chlorates react with the metal