disruption as destruction

Did you hear that?
It was the collective sigh of those who bear their souls to empty rooms.

This week I did everything I wasn’t supposed to do and everything I wanted; sometimes they were the same thing.

On Friday, I spent the day in a space designed and curated to invoke imagination. The plan for action called for disruption not-so-cleverly disguised as profit. Some bragged about organizing “cockfights” and others advocated for righteous indignation. The ferocity of their arguments were fueled by unconscious privilege and unchecked assumptions about who would benefit from that specific vision of change.

A call to home confirmed this truth: struggle and hope are symbiotic. Like fog on a window produced from warm bodies and breath, redemption is a process.

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