Usually, when people announces: “Here is the thing,” I want to ask, really? Did God happen today with the Danish cheese for both of us, to tell them what the thing was?
But here is the thing: we will need you this Saturday.
What is happening in Los Angeles with the National Guard is not simply the brainstorm of President Trump to overcome the musk scandal. It is the next step in your tests for autocracy.
On Saturday, Trump celebrates his birthday in Washington with a gigantic military parade, at an estimated cost of $ 45 million. He is a fun type of fun. It's “The Music Man” meets the national day parade in Pyongyang.
Therefore, we need to consider appearing in one of the protest demonstrations of “no kings” that are also held on Saturday throughout the United States. I will attend one, because it is important and because my heart will do well. I could do the same for you: it lifts you, it reminds you who you are. You introduce yourself, we give you hope. It is a great offer: when my grandson was small, and I wanted something of me, I would put both hands on their hips, I would present a trade, looked fiercely and said: “I treatment?” So treatment?
We, the people, do the best banners: my favorites from the March “hands outside” were “horn if war plans were never drunk” and “now you have angered grandmothers.” There will be the old songs of the civil rights movement and the protests that stopped the Vietnam War. It is kindness, correct action and food trucks. Darling.
Saturday is a week before the summer solstice, and this is how I will celebrate the last spring week. I do not approve summer, all those mosquitoes and tops. If I were God, I would have jumped. But spring gives us a green, growing and new life. Frogs begin to sing again in the rains. They have been waiting, and suddenly they say: I'm here, hydrated, and I'm going to tell you. Spring is new voices.
Winter came with Maga. Next season will be about new leaders and speakers who will emerge in the demonstrations of this weekend. We will be Springing frogs.
People who say that something can be done should depart from the rest of us who are trying to do so.
I will celebrate the last spring week with tens of thousands of people at the San Francisco Civic Center. Simply common citizens with a moral compass, we will not have a plan or strategy to save this injured nation, but we will show with heart, angry, peaceful and lush, young and old, babies, the gens x, y y z, people of each ethnicity, spiritual path and none at all. The love we have for this beautiful and besieged democratic nation will be our little light to see and shine.
Once a small group of people from my church, mostly old, was in a weekend retirement in the Secuoyas. At the end of one night, rain cubes began to pour. They had to return to their cabins in the dark. They were fine until the lights of the retreat house faded; They were in the dark. A narrow and precarious bridge separated them from their cabins, and were afraid to cross it. But the oldest old man had a keychain with a small flashlight that emitted a thin beam of light, and thus, holding to the shoulders and waists, guided by the thin beam of the pen of the pen, crossed the bridge.
I want all the people who will meet in my city could cry together so it has been destroyed and harassed, all the people who died since Musk managed to dismantle. But the liberals mostly do not cry: we care, like young children. At least, I do it.
When babies discover those little fingers from their own, they take out the yolks of the fingers against each other and look exactly as if they were weaving. This is exactly what we will do on Saturday: to weave peaceful resistance to the dictatorship, to the cruelty policy.
Do you remember the old bumper sticker that said: “Democracy is a verb”?
One of the old women in the dark hole in that retirement 40 years ago was Mary Williams. I was still drinking when we met. She loved me despite being a personality disorder walking. His son was in prison, his precarious health, and he was poor, but when he was sad, he always told me, no matter how dark his life, “Annie, I know My change will come. “And I would.
He lived in a small floating house and had almost no money; Mary lived in the projects. She brought me small bags full of ten cents, sealed with ties. I got sober and then I had a baby, without a husband or stable income. But every time life felt too much, I would see or remember Mary on the altar, sharing her difficulties and pain, announcing: “But I know My change will come. “He always did it: a second wind, a visit from an old friend.
When my baby was 3 years old, a book of mine unexpectedly took off, and explained to Mary that we were now better. But she still brought me those bags. She knew that she didn't need the money, but that she needed the coins of ten cents.
I am looking at one of those bags on my shelf now, I have kept it all these years, and man, I need the ten cents more than ever, faith, love, hope; Good people. Our change will come, maybe not next Thursday after lunch, but yes, if we stay together, we do not give up and we will continue taking the following correct action. Remember this will be the gift of Saturday's protest march. So here is the thing: you are terrified, sad, exhausted and simply atrocious? Maybe it appears on Saturday. Come to democracy with us.
Anne Lamott, author of fiction and non -fiction, lives in Marin County. His last book is “somehow: thoughts about love.” UNKNOWN: @Annelamott
