This being a page that trades in culture and perception, that works in ways all its own to dismantle and explicate the notions we hold on high, I am encouraged by tonights events to share the following from the inestimable Audre Lorde, whose writings never fail to inspire, enliven, enlighten, empower: In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my mortality, and of what I wished and wanted for my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light, and what I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid? To question or to speak as I believed could have meant pain, or death. But we all hurt in so many different ways, all the time, and pain will either change or end. Death, on the other hand, is the final silence. And that might be coming quickly now, without regard for whether I had ever spoken what needed to be said, or had only betrayed myself into small silences, while I planned someday to speak, or waited for someone else’s words. I was going to die, if not sooner then later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you. Speak truth, live truth, love truth. All lives matter, and only in proclaiming that can we get closer to recognizing that. (HR)
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 03:22:35 +0000
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