So, while I was at Skepticon, shit was going down in my own town. Black Lives Matter has been protesting in front of the 4th Precinct in reaction to the death of Jamar Clark by the police. Some of my local friends have been out there, helping out and being awesome or being awesome allies.
And then last night, shit got worse. Five people shot by cowardly agitators. They want to provoke their little race war so badly, provoke us to a response just so they can have their war as “self-defense”. They’re cowards and fuck an entire bowl of them.
I could get on a bus right now and be there. I could have been part of the response march. I could be there, supporting those victimized by the police after the shootings with mace and nonsense.
But, thanks to fibro and anxiety, I can’t. And that shit makes me feel helpless. No, I can’t walk in a march. No, I can’t be around huge groups of people, especially with the fear of violence with each breath.
And I feel, again, helpless.
See, back during Secular Women Work, myself and the ever awesome Trinity did a workshop about activism while disabled. There are things you can do, if you can’t do what is seen as standard “activism”. And I find myself trying to keep that in mind tonight.
I can retweet information.
I can put stories on blast.
I can write this post.
There are things I can do. There are things that you, if you sitting here looking at a cane or a wheelchair or your stack of meds or your whatever is keeping you keeping on, can do to help those on the ground. Got extra blankets? Or can get to a thrift shop to get cheap blankets/hats/gloves? Can you get them to an occupation? You don’t have to stay. Can’t get out of the house? Do you have a friend who can do this for you?
Have access to social media? Share these stories. Share announcements. Given how bullshit the media can be (looks at her local paper and sets it on fire. Passive voice my black ass), social media is where you can get what’s going on and spread the word.
And, most importantly, if it’s too much, you can break away. You can rest. This goes double if you CAN show up. Self-care is a very radical act. No one is any good when burnt out.