Sometimes, I get down and I think to myself: what’s the point?
What’s the point of volunteering and supporting political leaders who will compromise on key issues? What’s the point of trying to convince people that voting a particular way will not be in their economic best interests when race drowns out rationality? What’s the point of voting when both parties in power do little to disrupt or dissuade future and potentially more harmful attacks on our democracy? What’s the point of writing when in all likelihood I’ll just be regurgitating the stories of others or I’ll be just screaming into the void of the Internet?
Then I’ll look at my daughter and I inevitably will want the best for her. And that means a world where she will not be subjected to racism, catastrophic climate change or poverty. We may not solve these problems in my lifetime, but progress can be made and we owe ourselves and our children the best possible effort. Hell, I believe that we’re more than capable of solving these problems, which is why I won’t stop doing what I do.
In the words of the great Zack de la Rocha from Rage Against The Machine:
“It has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime, what better place than here, what better time than now?”
All hell can’t stop us now.