For years, I organized in Macomb County — a place that’s flipped so many times it’s practically a coin toss with a memory. Now I technically live in St. Clair County, mailing address planted firmly inside one of the safest red seats in the entire state. Same state, two completely
I am boots on the ground inside it. I built the 160 pages. I made the ten calls. I listened to my social worker cry. I got turned away by a lawyer for being the wrong age. I sat in front of a new judge with a new lawyer and
I watched the documentaries. I dug further. I sat with the discomfort of realizing that the version of history I was handed was incomplete at best and deliberately curated at worst.
“While we boycott and reject Trump’s anti-American, whitewashed 250th, all of US will join together to take up the torch from our ancestors, reckon with and repair from our history, and create a future where liberty and justice are for all.”
“I was engaged for eight years. And I knew — because I’d learned all of this — that we would likely never be paperwork married.”
By Robert Myers Another weird couple of weeks, another list of videos and other sources of reasons for hope. I have no structure for this because these circumstances do not allow for structure. I just realized some may disagree with what I see as hopeful. And some of the things
The arc of the universe doesn’t bend towards justice – it bends because ordinary people have forced it into a more just shape. And that deserves be celebrated. There’s a comforting truism that tends to coalesce around social movements: that the arc of the universe ultimately bends towards justice. The
On well-meaning posts, erased history, and why the receipt still matters. A continuing series on why politics are personal By: Miss-Information I’ve seen the post. You probably have too. It makes the rounds every June like clockwork, and every year it’s written by someone who I hope genuinely means well.
Politics Are Personal/ Why I Fight The Quilt I was in 7th grade the first time I understood why I fight. I didn’t have the words for it then. I just had tears, and a hallway full of kids who thought those tears were something to laugh at. We were
Politics Are Personal | Miss-Information hippie1984.substack.com None of us are safe. None of this is okay. I said that to a friend recently. She’s transgender. We were talking about the 4th Circuit ruling — the first of its kind — allowing states to ban gender-affirming care not just for minors,
