One thing that I am finding out during this pandemic is that love is necessary. Though it is necessary, at times it functions as a messy instructive. As we are parsed off in our spaces, we are forced to deal with all the incompatible realities that have plagued us for years. Racism, sexism, homophobia, poverty and islamaphobia and a host of other contrived fears manufactured by white supremacy in order to maintain its grip. The pandemic allowed white supremacy a platform, an excuse, to terrorize through political urgings pushed from the ultimate bully pulpit.
But love when pushed into a corner never concedes death but refocuses; and, waits, builds and reemerges as solidarity in transition.
A love orchestrated in the obscure but willing to die for the common.