I wrote most of this list in 2003 during the lead up to the Iraq War. At the time, we were already engaged in the war in Afghanistan, a war which would become the longest in our history. I was living in the Bay Area and participating in direct actions and demonstrations opposed to the impending military invasion. More than 100,000 people joined marches that flooded the streets of San Francisco every other week. 100,000+ people! Every other week! We got next to no media coverage. On March 20th, the war began. You know the rest.
It was a helpless feeling. It was hard not to let the anger and depression take over. So, one night, I wrote down a list of things I could do each day, things that made me feel alive and connected and capable of moving forward. It helped. I’ve referred to this list many, many times since 2003. I’ve thought about it a lot since the election.
We have a steep road ahead of us, one that will require vigilance and strength and commitment. I hope this list might help you (as it continues to help me) stay on that road.
Extra big thanks to The Huffington Post for running this today. It was a hard one to make.
The response to this comic has been overwhelming. Thank you to everyone who has shared it and commented. Thanks to all of the women who have written me. It’s meant the world.
To be honest, I was initially too embarrassed to share this post myself. I realize that my embarrassment is a part of the problem. It’s a byproduct of living in a culture that objectifies and normalizes violence against women and then makes us feel shame for sharing our stories about that violence. While those experiences don’t define us, they do inform how we see the world. It informed how I experienced the election.
Rest assured, I will pick myself up and join the front lines of every struggle we face under a Trump presidency. But for a moment, I wanted to acknowledge all of the women who felt cast away, who felt isolated on their icebergs these past weeks. You are not alone.
You do not win. Bigotry, hate, fear, and an utter disregard for humanity and the planet we stand on do not and will not ever win anything. Today, we cry and scream and grieve. And then we fight back. Together, with love in our hearts, and with everything we’ve got.
Found these drawings about the last time we were together and thought I’d make you a birthday present. Love you. Miss you.