When Blackouts Give Birth

Yesterday's blackout was pivotal. At first I wasn't sure what to do. With equally convincing reasons to participate (solidarity) and to not (clogging algorithms with silence), I opted for solidarity. Now that this choice was made, what manifested?

We created a space... A chasm we can reflect on together. There is now a visible line between the past and this moment. It was silence to honor the truth of racial injustice within my heart, and the overwhelming disappoint I have in myself for thinking that not being racist was enough to atone for white privilege.

I am so grateful for that valley of emptiness... the recognition of the ultimate trespass.

It was rain on an arid desert, that gave life to the seeds germinating below.

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Conclusion: Generations from now, when we look back on yesterday, we will still be able to see that black space. But to get to it, we will have to trek through a beautiful forest of equality, and flower-filled meadows of reparations.