Not Each Of Us, But All Of Us

Last year after Trump won the election and Kanye went to the Trump Tower to what seemed to be to pose and cozy up to him, I was enraged with an intense anger in my heart. My heart exploded so, that my mind could not think clearly. After taking a few days of refuge to breathe so that I can think again I was able to see how short-sighted I was. This onset was not without preparation either, I had been traveling the country and then working the polls during the primary elections and had been telling some of my friends I saw Trump taking it all. I wasn’t buying the left-wing polls, I was listening to the people. When I returned to California others were laughing while taking the spectacle as joke, I was beginning to boil over with outrage as I expected his upcoming victory. However, it was like loosing use of my legs as an onlooking speeding train blazed straight toward me. Petrified in anger and feeling there was nothing I could do.

By the time election day was approaching I had already went through my acceptance phase of grief and was dishing out hard blunt truths. But a dull blade as this was merely only a training weapon for defense, and no tool with which to build on. After several marches, protests, and organizations, the resistance was looking futile. It was far past due time Americans took to the street for what they believe, energy felt more rampant than ever, but the focus was blurry. The young had the desire and drive but were new to this; and the old had the know-how and wherewithal yet man had quite frankly forgotten what democracy looks like. ‘Democracy is most certainly not a spectator sport’ and it was a grand spectacle watching our neighbors go by the throat at one another deciphering our way through it all. The first amendment smelt of decay and fresh blood and it was so fucking beautiful.

Finding my way through it, all the while knowing that no piece of paper is sovereign enough to define my rights. We are human, not a law nor barcode. ‘You have the right, as a human being’; that is to say, ‘I exist, and that’s it!’ Which is not to say that these laws have no decree, but rather that a human being is beyond law. Cher ami, remember this: No gods, no idols…The people of this nation are far too great to be led by a president. For acquiescing to a belief that is not your own is your choice alone, no matter how much a ‘shock doctrine’ may convince you it was your choice all along. And freedom that opposes another’s freedom is not freedom, but oppression. In the words of my friend Tim Holland, “I’m not anti-anything, I’m anti-everything, it fits better.” And thus, within this search of finding my way through I was fortunate to come across a stone where then turned I am able to fight against terrible policies proposed by Trump, Bannon, and the powers that be, with several amazing organizations that do not give in but instead resist with all might on the daily. I am so grateful to be active in democracy, for tyranny reigns when the people refuse to take action. So act daily, for the final judgment is always upon us dear human family. Hating Trump does one no good and only brings one anger and hatred within self, but loving one another will keep stirring the fire in heart to stand for what you believe. “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,” ‘for we are all we have, and thus, it does not take each of Us, but all of Us.’

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