I wanted to write about bullies. The ones who complain about cancel culture while they dox and harass and en masse report social media accounts to silence people. The ones who are so comfortable in the present that they must literally dream up a future dystopia, so that their violence will appear proactive rather than craven. The ones whose jobs, homes, and churches are meticulously planned to exclude people like me, but fully expect me to travel past the boundaries of my own safety to amuse them, convince them, help them understand.
I wanted to write about people who rail against CRT and transgender people and feminists who never lift even a drop of water to justice’s parched lips because justice looks like equality and equality is an insult to the hierarchy they live to maintain. They write think-pieces on the threat of empathy and charge the Capitol with nooses and rebel flags.
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