Today is the General Strike. I have committed to Showing Up.
And, as I suspected, I am Backing Away From Hell–the Pain, Anger, and Fear that grows outside my door. I am retreating into my Safe Little Bubble–my home, my art, my digital window on the Injustice and Rage and Confusion that have taken root in my Country.
I am afraid of what is to come. Afraid for me, for my husband, for my adult children, for my grandchildren, of course… but even more for my neighbors, my co-workers, my street friends, and my fellow commuters on public transit. I feel the ground beneath my feet shifting, and I’m afraid of what lies beneath.
My expectation was that I would Do Everything. That’s my go-to response ANYtime someone near me is suffering. I must help. I must do the Right Thing. I must Do Everything.
This is the express line to Moral Paralysis. And Depression (that’s me).
No One can Do Everything. Many have tried. We’re capable of doing Many Things, but none can Do Everything.
Today, I will Do Something. I will do the Next Right Thing (as a Wise Woman once advised me). Today, I will Make A Difference, even if in a small way. Petit a’ petit, l’oiseaux fait son nid as they say in France: Little by little, the bird makes its nest.
I have made my Protest Sign:
And I am preparing to attend the General Strike in Downtown Oakland, my City.
I am doing this because I have a strong need to heed the call of Social Justice, to work toward an equitable, peaceful, and cooperative world. I have a strong need to Take Action, because Talk is Cheap. I’m doing this because the people I know in my World believe in Social Justice, too, but they don’t have the Privilege of attending the General Strike– they’re striving just to get by.
Isn’t it Ironic?
Blessed Be the People.