ソフィア・ブッシュのインスタグラム(sophiabush) - 8月14日 17時20分
Coming back to the news after taking nearly 10 days away, save about 5 minutes a day, has been tough. Disheartening. Heartbreaking. Enraging. I'm furious. Angry. Repulsed. I'm also inspired by the way that the stain of violence is being met with a tidal wave of love. Of brutal honesty about humanity and our history. Not the romantic version, but what is real. Of a ground swell of desire to make change. In this moment I still don't have all of the words. I'm so sad that my ability to write with any scope feels scrambled. So I'm going to borrow the following words from my friend Cheryl...
#Repost @cherylstrayed
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I post most often about political matters over on Twitter, but when I post them on Instagram or Facebook I'm always amazed by how many people say some version of "stick to writing," as if writing can ever be separate from politics. Like our literature, our lives are never apolitical, even if we believe them to be. We are always making a choice to see or not see, to speak against or for, to call out injustice in others and examine it in our own hearts, minds, and actions, or to pretend it doesn't exist. I'm horrified by the beliefs expressed by the white nationalists who marched on Charlottesville this weekend, but I am not surprised by them. Their protest was a display of bigotry that runs all the way back to our nation's beginning. Their words of hatred and their violent actions are the death rattle of those who have been (and still are) the beneficiaries of white male heterosexual power in the face of a society--yes, that's still us--who at least aspires to equality and tolerance. They are angry because they know they're losing. They are carrying those furious torches because they know the darkness of their story will never light the way. We light it every day by choosing love over hated, kindness over cruelty, generosity over fear. There are not two sides. There is no other way.
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