Speak Now

I've lost some blog followers. I see their blogs, but they no longer come and visit me. And I know why. But it still stings, you know?

People want to be "non political". But we are in that moment. You know the one? Where silence is siding with the oppressor. 

My blog is not about politics. And if I wanted to read blogs about politics, I could find many where I could do so. If you wanted to read about politics, you wouldn't be here. I write about my knitting on Mondays and my job Wednesday through Friday. 

But I can't not say something. We are in that moment. This past weekend was the second No Kings protest, and it appears that lots of people turned out. Good. 

Things are bad. They're getting worse. 

And I hear people talking about not letting a difference in politics ruin relationships. 

But, you see, if you're siding with the oppressor, we have a fundamental difference in core values. If none of what they have done thus far bothers you, I have to question what sort of person you are. Concentration camps are okay? Masked kidnapping is okay? Bombing innocent fishermen is okay? Sending troops into cities is okay? 

Make no mistake, they're all criminals. The regime. And even though the media seems to be sane-washing him, he's making less and less sense. Those around him are doing the harm they want because they know how to make him believe them. He's a puppet for those with brains in their heads and cruelty in their hearts. 

This week I was reminded of the poem "First They Came". The poem resonates as the man who wrote it lived it. He didn't care about the people they came for first. He was all in with that regime. Until he was the one targeted. 

And, make no mistake, they will come for you, too. If you aren't white, male, and rich, they don't care about you. They will use you to further their ends (and keep power) until they no longer need you. 

So, I resist now. And I speak. 

We are not alone. More of us are disgusted by this than support it. 

Too many people don't realize how bad things truly are. They turn blind eyes to it. It hasn't touched them yet. It will.

So, while I am sad for those that no longer visit, I have to understand that they're supporting things that I vehemently oppose. Which makes me happy that you're still here. We agree. And we can fight together.