By Langston Hughes
I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face—
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.
I look then at the silly walls
Through dark eyes in a dark face—
And this is what I know:
That all these walls oppression builds
Will have to go!
I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind—
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that's in my mind.
Then let us hurry, comrades,
The road to find.
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Wednesday was a little calmer here mostly because things felt calmer and more focused elsewhere. It's comforting in an odd way to feel so much rage centered on specific problems and specific public figures whose behavior has been so outrageous that even many of their traditional defenders are furious. It feels like things must change because so many people will not tolerate what's been going on for so long.
I didn't do much that was exciting or useful besides a couple of letters and donations. It was over 90 degrees, we didn't take a walk till evening and then I did a Pokemon raid with a neighbor. We watched The 100 (for girl power), Agents of SHIELD (so good this season, I was not spoiled for the guest star), and What We Do in the Shadows (witches! Laszlo!). Also seen today, happy despite the heat:
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