But, because my son is three weeks old, and he has to be fed and changed and rocked and told that it is going to be all right, I have to trust that I will find that strength. That I will carry that weight. That we will fight back. That there will be losses, brutal and unnecessary losses, but that the fight will not be wholly in vain. That we will save something from the wreckage. That this will not literally be the end of the world.
This, that last sentence, is what I keep telling myself, in order to keep on going and resist despair.
Jezebel has a good list of organizations to donate to, including several dealing with immigration reform and immigrants' rights, here. (I set up so many recurring donations yesterday that my credit card company notified me about suspicious activity and I had to go re-enable the card.)
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Date: 2016-11-10 06:07 pm (UTC)This, that last sentence, is what I keep telling myself, in order to keep on going and resist despair.
Jezebel has a good list of organizations to donate to, including several dealing with immigration reform and immigrants' rights, here. (I set up so many recurring donations yesterday that my credit card company notified me about suspicious activity and I had to go re-enable the card.)