On this sixth yahrzeit of Charlottesville, I’m borrowing this photo posted by my dear, tender-hearted, brave, and loving friend @scottdanielwilliams as my small #RitualAsResistance.
May Heather’s memory be a blessing and continue to spark blessed transformations that mend this world.
May friends and any of accomplices who were in Charlottesville that day, whether forever scarred physically and/or emotionally by the fascists, or in any way forever changed, find blessing and comfort and communities of grieving.
May all of us who felt the impact from afar also find blessing and comfort and communities of grieving.
May we all continue to spark blessed transformations to mend this world, as direct actions of the grieving rebelliously and deeply, and caring and loving rebelliously and deeply.
#MourningOurLosses
#FightingForTheDead
#FightingForTheLiving
#MendingTheWorld
#ArtOfRembrance
#WeMustOutliveFascism
#RitualAsResistance #mourningourlosses #fightingforthedead #FightingForTheLiving #mendingtheworld #artofrembrance #wemustoutlivefascism
On my #FuckThePolice walks, I visit with a small forest of trees perched on a hilly embankment on Anishinabeeg lands above a river flowing from one side of so-called Michigan to the other. There, now that the leafless branches are expressly etched against the winter sky, I commune with these trees, silently or with my human words.
I notice how they care for each other (and me too) through the seasons of life. How they move at a pace that allows them to see each other through disruptions to and losses with their ecosystem. They quite literally “stand by each other,” but more then that, they weave themselves into an interdependent, solidaristic fabric of life—and death.
I’ve watched, for instance, how when rain eroded the ground beneath one of the trees, its exposed roots were held tightly by its neighboring trees, as each other’s foundation. Or when lightning knocked part of a tree over, it fell into the branching arms of another tree, and over time, has died in its own sweet time while its fellow trees bear witness. Or when wind whips the trees mercilessly, they appear to interlace fingerlike branches to weather the storm together.
Today in another forest far to the south, Weelaunee in so-called Atlanta, police inflected their business as usual of stealing land and lives. They murdered someone who was both communing with and defending trees. They shot them dead, in a forest that has already seen much pain at the hands of colonialism, capitalism, and racism.
No doubt the trees there, in their own way, wept, even as many of us did too—tears of rage and sorrow.
It’s not that the trees and people we love will, alas, be spared violence these fascistic days, despite all of our beautiful resistance to @stopcopcity and other assaults.
Yet the trees, like sturdy ancestors, like friends who intimately know our struggles, are there for and with us. That’s part of why we defend for them. They show us there’s ground beneath our feet, and roots that sustain and interconnect us. And they guide us to grieve well, as sacred spaces from which, today, they and we must once again #MournOurDead and continuing #FightingForTheLiving.
(photos: Weelaunee forest, welcome banner in trees, #Fuck12 tagged on a fence, and candles left over from a collective Sukkah/Shabbat ritual, @defendATLforest, October 2022)
#fuckthepolice #mournourdead #FightingForTheLiving #fuck12
Love and solidarity to all those at Club Q last night.
Love and solidarity to all the friends, families, acquaintances, and community members who know and/or knew someone who was at Club Q in Colorado Springs.
Love and solidarity to all my fellow queer and especially trans folks.
Rage and grief and rage over the five beautiful people who didn’t make it out of QClub.
May Their Memory Spark a Blessed Revolution.
#MayTheirMemoryBeABlessing
#MourningOurDead #FightingForTheLiving
#TransgenderDayOfRemembrance
#WeMustLoveAndProtectEachOther
#CommunitySelfDefense #LoveAndRage
(photo: our solidarity with each other—all of those of us that the fascists want to disappear—must be visibly rock-hard solid; as seen in Tio’tia:ke/Montreal this summer)
#MayTheirMemoryBeABlessing #transgenderdayofremembrance #WeMustLoveAndProtectEachOther #loveandrage #MourningOurDead #FightingForTheLiving #communityselfdefense