I couldn’t sleep last night. A heavy sense of fear and foreboding is settled into my gut; today is a dark day in history.
I have been thinking a lot about how I will resist. How I can stand up. How I can fight back and make a difference. And, the honest answer is that I don’t know yet.
But I know that I will.
I will not be afraid.
I will not be silent.
I will not forget that,
I will stand up for people and communities of color.
I will stand up for immigrants.
I will stand up for the LGBT community.
I will stand up for the marginalized.
I will stand up for people who practice their faith.
I will stand up for women.
I will stand up for civil rights and human rights.
I will stand up for education, the environment and health care.
I will stand up for honesty, ethics, morality and justice.
I will stand up for freedom, and democracy.
I will stand up for facts.
I will stand up for truth.
When I grow weary, I will read and re-read Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr’s “Letter from Birmingham Jail” and Henry David Thoreau’s “On the Duty of Civil Disobedience.”
Today, the first song Carter asked to hear was “Revolution” by the Beatles. I will remember that.
Today, I wore all black in mourning, and yellow rainboots for hope. I shut off the news and took Carter to the library. Because I’m going to teach him to read. He will be informed and educated. He will know how to tell fact from fiction. And he will stand up too.
Then, we went to buy poster board and markers. Tonight, we will make signs.
Tomorrow, I march.
On Sunday, I will go to church to seek guidance and peace. I will pray, as I do everyday.
Next week, I will call my Senators and leaders.
And everyday that follows, I will resist.