In This Time... Words matter. Anyone who knows me, and has had to endure a long-winded in-person or multi-character typewritten spiel on anything from breakfast that morning, to the minutiae of a Marvel movie, to the justification for an assignment (see below this post), knows that words matter to me greatly, and that it can take me a long time to find the right ones...especially on something as big as the things we are experiencing right now. And yet...they're failing me in my desire to find what feels like the 'right thing' to say about this moment where the myth of equal rights and protections in our country have been laid bare in a way that has resonated bigger and more intensely than it has in a very long time. Ultimately I'm a small person in a small corner of the country's whitest major city. I have been, and remain, phenomenally privileged in my life in every way. I have had little to no practical exposure to bias, to bigotry, to hatred, or to violen...
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