Resist

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A gray morning: you can barely see it, but the Statue of Liberty is there in the distance

There’s not going to be anything about food in this post. Or birds. And hardly anything about running. It’s probably a mistake to write anything about the election on this gray and weepy morning after, but I’m going to anyhow.

My most enduring memory of last night (this morning, actually): walking home in the wee hours and seeing a lone figure crouched on the sidewalk outside the lesbian bar down the block, sobbing uncontrollably.

My most enduring memory of this entire election: learning after the fact about the white, rural, Trump-voting Ohioans who flipped off my (brown) nephew as he walked down the street with my (white) nieces during our family vacation.

I woke up early this morning and went for a long run, because what else was there to do? As I ran, I thought about what’s next. And what to do.

So here’s what I came up with. Continue reading

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