Martina, I'm so sorry, and just want to affirm that you're allowed to feel every ounce of hurt and betrayal right now. I can only imagine how much it hurts to care so much for your neighbors and to have it feel like they don't care a lick about you or so many of us. I know that myself and most of the people reading this aren't your physi…
Martina, I'm so sorry, and just want to affirm that you're allowed to feel every ounce of hurt and betrayal right now. I can only imagine how much it hurts to care so much for your neighbors and to have it feel like they don't care a lick about you or so many of us. I know that myself and most of the people reading this aren't your physical neighbors right now, but is there any way we can show up for you as a neighbor in this time?
Hi, thanks for your message. If you read me, you may have figured out that I'm pretty resilient and I'll get on with life. This isn't going to send me to my fainting couch. You and so many others in my Substack neighborhood are already showing up in a wonderful way. Keep doing your work and I'll do mine and together we'll avoid succumbing to darker instincts.
One thing I'd like to add to this -- an update of sorts that's relevant to your overall work. I golf with two Black women who are older than me. One is in her late 60s and the other in her 70s. All three of us drank the hopium Kool-Aid when Biden stepped aside and it looked for a moment like the momentum had shifted in the Democrat's favor. The other day when we met and I shared my feelings they looked at me with pity. It was as if they were saying, "Poor little white girl, get used to it.. We live in the South and we understand who surrounds us. As long as as they keep their pitch forks in the garage, we're good."
Martina, I'm so sorry, and just want to affirm that you're allowed to feel every ounce of hurt and betrayal right now. I can only imagine how much it hurts to care so much for your neighbors and to have it feel like they don't care a lick about you or so many of us. I know that myself and most of the people reading this aren't your physical neighbors right now, but is there any way we can show up for you as a neighbor in this time?
Hi, thanks for your message. If you read me, you may have figured out that I'm pretty resilient and I'll get on with life. This isn't going to send me to my fainting couch. You and so many others in my Substack neighborhood are already showing up in a wonderful way. Keep doing your work and I'll do mine and together we'll avoid succumbing to darker instincts.
Well we all deserve to know that others give a crap about us, even the resilient and non-fainting among us :)
One thing I'd like to add to this -- an update of sorts that's relevant to your overall work. I golf with two Black women who are older than me. One is in her late 60s and the other in her 70s. All three of us drank the hopium Kool-Aid when Biden stepped aside and it looked for a moment like the momentum had shifted in the Democrat's favor. The other day when we met and I shared my feelings they looked at me with pity. It was as if they were saying, "Poor little white girl, get used to it.. We live in the South and we understand who surrounds us. As long as as they keep their pitch forks in the garage, we're good."
I feel for you Martina, and, you have a "fainting couch?" They still make those? They were all the rage 100 years ago!