I am in a room alone
Writing is not organizing
(not necessarily).
I am in a room alone
I am a writer and an organizer
I contain multitudes
How can I hold my own humanity
In this struggle?
In this time of crisis?
When do I drop everything else
To fight?
Will we even have a chance to publish this paper
What will collapse and how fast…
I genuinely enjoy writing days
Spaces of quiet reflection for myself
I’ve learned a lot from antifascist research and writing
As an organizer and educator
I’ve grown a lot.
When is growth enough
And it’s time for doing?
We have this question in science too –
We don’t always have to keep doing research and research
Sometimes we need to apply
Create programs
Create actions
And so with organizing.
I rested last night
For the first time in…
Like, genuinely rested
It was amazing
I did it for writing day
Would I have done it otherwise?
Writing day helps me take care of myself
That I’ve learned from science, too
I am my instrument
I must take care of myself
To be able to do any of this.
But what do I do
And how do I know?
The answer is not in me alone
But in group, pod, accountability, collective decision making
Collective action
