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It is now 1 june 2020, pride month, and i have never felt less safe in my life and i have never felt as much fear in my life for my queer family and my black family as I do now. A thread.
I remember the day tru/mp was elected. It was six in the morning and I was in eighth grade. I’d just woken up and i ran downstairs and I asked my mom, “did she win?”
She looked down and said quietly, “no.”
I cried. I cried because I knew this country was becoming hell.
She looked down and said quietly, “no.”
I cried. I cried because I knew this country was becoming hell.
Many people told me, “it won’t be that bad.” “You’re overreacting.” Or something like that. And it wasn’t bad in the beginning. There were just a lot of stupid memes and jokes about a wall.
But i was still terrified for the people, even if i didnt seem it.
But i was still terrified for the people, even if i didnt seem it.
It has escalated into something horrible, something shameful, something absolutely disgusting and putrid and revolting. Every day I wished I could take physical action, donate to a cause, maybe even publicly speak, but my parents never wanted to get involved with anything—
—and they still do because it doesn’t apply to them.
So I sit here, scared, paralysed and unable to do anything because I don’t have the money and they don’t care. Apparently it’s not my problem. But they don’t seem to understand how shit like this impacts my future—
So I sit here, scared, paralysed and unable to do anything because I don’t have the money and they don’t care. Apparently it’s not my problem. But they don’t seem to understand how shit like this impacts my future—
—and my generations future. They never were able to piece together why i cared so much about protesting human rights, even if it didnt apply to me.
Last night I had a panic attack after I heard the protests had come to boston, an hour a way from where I live.
Last night I had a panic attack after I heard the protests had come to boston, an hour a way from where I live.
It was not because of the protests, but because of the government brutality that I knew, and still know, is bound to come. I’m terrified for my people, my black, white, queer, straight, disabled, abled family who currently march for justice as much as i am proud.
Our country is practically at war with itself. Anarchists seeks to make peaceful protests into riots. Police are being armed to the teeth with tools made to do harm while our doctors are given basically nothing during a fucking pandemic. Supremecists refuse to see bigger pictures
And our country prioritises economy rather than human life.
I’m sick of this. All of this.
And it is pride 2020 and i do not know what to do, or if i should even celebrate because I feel sick to my stomach. I skipped class today because of it.
I’m sick of this. All of this.
And it is pride 2020 and i do not know what to do, or if i should even celebrate because I feel sick to my stomach. I skipped class today because of it.
I don’t know what the point of this thread is. It doesn’t really have one. I just needed to say this because i’m weary and sad and angry and i think a lot of people would relate.
We all know this needs to stop. Everything. Our country needs to stop moving and just breathe.
We all know this needs to stop. Everything. Our country needs to stop moving and just breathe.
Look around. Stop seeing each other as two sides and rather see the same coin.
theres so much happening that it’s so hard to do really anything right now. But so long as I stand, I stand for change. This country needs a clean slate. It needs to start over.
theres so much happening that it’s so hard to do really anything right now. But so long as I stand, I stand for change. This country needs a clean slate. It needs to start over.
Maybe, just maybe, i’ll celebrate pride with my queer family and no fear some day. I don’t think that’s today though.
#BlackLivesMatter
#BlackLivesMatter
