I’m not going to respond to your Facebook request of joining a march downtown LA; I’ll simply show up. I can’t reveal how my politics don’t mesh with my workplace values because having a say in politics is no longer safe in a workplace. Not anymore.
I am trying to empathize with the person who wants to help
but also aware how it’s too late.
Because now you know the power of a response, to show your friends what you value. You should have shared that post about a woman’s right to chose is something you agree with, you shouldn’t hide your opinion. Who are you afraid of? Your boss? Your co-workers?
Is this where we are going?
Censoring our opinions in what should be a space of dissent.
I understand why you didn’t respond to my request. I understand why you’ll show up and ask to create your own board, with a phrase you worked on at your desk. The phrase you hid from prying eyes passing by to the coffee maker. I know you want to tweet it under your other name; I know the faux profile you made because I re-tweeted a few. I know you, I know countless others like you, holding the board you made:
“Scared for my daughters, scared for my mother, scared for the America I made.”
Trista Hurley-Waxal is an immigrant from Toronto, who listened to her parents' advice and moved south. She has performed at Avenue 50, Stories Bookstore and internationally at O’bheal Poetry Series in Cork, Ireland and a TransLate Night show from Helsinki Poetry Connection. She is writes weird short stories and is working on her novel, At This Juncture. https://tristaisshort.wordpress.com