My intention was to post something creative and awesome today. As creatives we are charged with inspiring and pushing limits as well as reflecting what we see in society back to society. But today I am weary and still in bed.
I am grieving because no matter who we ended up calling president, the reflection of our country's perspective is deeply troubling me. It seems that personal greed, self advancement and/or fear has overwhelming driven people to put blinders up to oppression and injustice. That instead of asking ourselves what is better for the collective we have decided we are entitled to look out for ourself first. I want to be cautious of not demonizing those who differed from me in this election, I know good people can and do disagree. But, as a brown female with a Muslim name, my experience is different than majority culture in America. I can love you and still object to what happened last night.
Today I will grieve. My grief will most likely be on going because the world is full of disturbing realities. I will not give up on pursuing justice for my brothers and sisters, and expressing peace first and for most towards those who agree and disagree with me. But today I will lament with friends. I will rest so that I can gather up my courage to press into the future.
And as an artist I will ask myself how I want to reflect back what I see, how I want to challenge and inspire those around me to press into the good fight. Peace to you.
