Today, on the Platinum Jubilee, I’m thinking of the 72 people who died at Grenfell. I’m thinking of the people shaking with the fear of being deported to Rwanda in two weeks’ time. I’m thinking of
the millions of pounds spent on a party that, given elsewhere, could lift children out of poverty, could heal families, could realise dreams. I’m thinking
that the person at the centre of this is a frail elderly woman who isn’t allowed to be seen in a wheelchair, and the message that sends to people with disabilities everywhere. I’m thinking about
how we lift up an institution that is wholly inappropriate for the communities it is deemed to serve. I’m thinking about how the dessert created for this weekend takes 6 hours to make and costs £40 at a time when people can’t afford to fuel their homes. I’m thinking about
colonisation and the people around the world whose homes are daily sinking still further into the sea. I’m thinking about the victim
of abuse specifically told to be quiet about their abuser for the facade of this weekend. I’m thinking about my friends
who work tirelessly for a better future and whose efforts are continually crushed by a government which is all power and no empathy. I’m thinking about class struggles,
I’m thinking about Mark Duggan, I’m thinking about every newspaper article that demonises trans people. I’m thinking
about love. I’m thinking about kindness. I’m thinking about everything we could be and I’m thinking about how little time we have left to be those things.
I’m thinking about the revolution. I’m thinking about where I’ll be when it comes.
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