Marches are awe-inspiring, goosebump-inducing, breathtakingly cathartic moments. But marches don’t vote. We need to march all the way to November, all the way to the polls—and for all our lives.
We wake up in a nation where Juneteenth and MLK Day are both national holidays—yet where an entire political party is working to prevent the teaching of the ugliness that precipitated the civil rights movement even existed.
Gun lovers, I so wish you were as tired of this as I am. I wish thousands and thousands of deaths every year could move you enough to move. I wish you could tap into an empathy to eclipse your gun lust.
Some children didn’t come home in Uvalde, Texas and our politicians and many of our citizens barely lifted their heads beyond quick, empty thoughts and prayers tweets they think exonerate them from culpability and exempt them from action.
For a long time now, the “boys will be boys” apologists on the Right use their boardrooms and their pulpit and their platforms to tell us that this is what manhood is.