You can hear the thin whine of privilege.
There’s lots of my friends who – for whatever reason – cannot call out the racism and fascism at the table.
That doesn’t mean they have to experience it.
Here’s a solution.
I won’t tell you that I’m queer. I won’t tell you that I’m NOT either.
About every other post or tweet/toot thread I see about the way the US is treating families of immigrants has some variation of this: “But what can we do?” Here’s four ways.