I've never considered myself an activist. I've never thought that I have done enough, voiced enough of my concerns or actively offered enough public support to those in need to be considered an activist. I am like many people I know -- I don't make much money, but I donate several times a year to various organizations representing marginalized communities. I vote, I read and gather news daily from various sources and I engage in debates with my friends. I write a lot about current issues of social injustice that people like me and people I know face. But I am not an activist.
|Your peace is deadly.|
Like many, I have had my eye on Ferguson since Michael Brown was shot to death. Yesterday, I found myself tethered to my computer for most of the day, waiting for the Grand Jury's decision on whether or not to indict Darren Wilson. When the decision finally became public, I was mad as hell. I tweeted furiously, sharing my thoughts and retweeting activists, reporters and other people on the ground's shared thoughts of anger, outrage and despair. But after two hours of this I thought, now what?
See also: Ferguson, ISIS and the Ice Bucket Challenge: What Happens When We Choose Our NewsMore »