I had this conversation with my family yesterday, after about 20 minutes of going off in reference to children eating dirt cookies in Haiti. Yes that is happening, happening right now! It was happening last night when I was planning to go out to eat sushi. I am shamed to say we spent as much as a family in Haiti lives off of in month or so. Very bourgeoisie of myself as I transitioned into whining about how chemo makes everything taste like a Buick.
One of my family members suggested that I just not talk about it. I almost passed out. Not talking about it doesn’t mean it isn’t going on. On a side note telling me that I am feeding into so called race or class wars concocted by the government is a bunch of F*cking whooy also.
These terrible things are happening, children starving, mass shootings and racist militarized police forces. I tell you what… I have a unique perspective on the possibility of dying as I am fighting breast cancer. I swear I don’t understand what marshaling my forces to fight cancer really means. Thats the damn doctors job who bills me $6k a visit. DID I DO THAT MATH RIGHT. I CAN FEED A FAMILY IN HAITA for 8 years on my 6 hour visit to the CHEMO DOCTOR!
Mine is to fight for social justice! You best believe me I am mad as hell about it. I will be mad as hell tonight. I most assuredly will be mad as hell tomorrow.