Thank you for your passion. Let's fight like hell to make this country "the dream it used to be." Langston Hughes is running on repeat in my head these days.
Thank you for sharing. I haven't stopped thinking about all the evil ICE is doing for three full days now and it finally just started pouring out of me when I got home from a long weekend spent supporting a theater friend in Wisconsin. I'm 100% with you that it's time for accountability right the fuck now.
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Thank you for sharing the links.
What happened to you is so scary!
As a woman, as a Black woman, it has never felt safe but now it is just on another level and it's so terrifying. Again, thank you for the links.
Thank you for your passion. Let's fight like hell to make this country "the dream it used to be." Langston Hughes is running on repeat in my head these days.
I’m in Maine and I am terrified. Thank you for your support and for speaking up always.
Thank you for sharing. I haven't stopped thinking about all the evil ICE is doing for three full days now and it finally just started pouring out of me when I got home from a long weekend spent supporting a theater friend in Wisconsin. I'm 100% with you that it's time for accountability right the fuck now.
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🕯️🇺🇸🫱🏼🫲🏾🙏🏼 We Keep the Light On
When morning comes with frosty hues,
We tell the tale that someone knew.
A nurse who healed, a friend who cared,
In darkest hour, he simply was there.
No anthem bold, no shouting cheer—
Just calm resolve to stand right here.
He reached to help, to raise a hand;
That’s love, not fear, that shapes this land.
Some say “He threatened”—so they claim,
But eyewitness and video frame
Show only truth in moments passed,
Not wild tales told to win headlines.
They gather where snow lays deep,
Holding lanterns while others sleep.
They speak his name with reverent breath,
Not letting lies define his death.
“Why must we mourn?” a mother cries—
Because too many truths are disguised.
We keep the light on in memory’s place,
So justice’s flame will not erase.
We march in peace on snowy streets,
Not for vengeance, but what peace meets.
Calls for accountability spread—
For every tear, for every thread.
We tell the world what he truly was,
A healer first, with no applause.
A nurse, a neighbor, a caring soul,
Who stood for others as his goal.
When critics speak with hardened tongue,
We share the truth with every rung.
For history remembers those who stand
With facts and love across this land.
So lanterns glow now every night,
Not just in darkness, but in right.
And every voice that chants his name
Adds fuel to that glowing flame.
Because freedom grows where truth is heard,
Not silenced by a narrative blurred.
And we keep the light on—steady, strong—
To honor what he stood for all along. 🕯️🇺🇸🫱🏼🫲🏾🙏🏼
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