what a time to be alive.

in today's mass media feed (owned by a couple of fat ass companies, but i like to believe in al jazeera & democracy now): 

sheila abdus-salaam - first muslim woman judge in the united states and the first black female judge in the new york high courts. abdus-salaam was reported missing on wednesday by her husband, but found on thursday in the hudson river, fully clothed and deceased. 

thoughts - although the cause of death is yet to be determined, this is another vicious act of violence inflicted upon the black female body and the larger black and muslim community. our current context is vital when understanding this tragedy. the united states is for the most part still structurally anti-black and anti-muslim due to the long fetch of history, geopolitical events, and inaccessibility of quality, interdisciplinary education that promotes critical thinking. 

largest non-nuclear bomb in u.s. history dropped in afghanistan - with 11 tons of tnt and weighing roughly 22,000 pounds, this mass weapon of destruction was dropped by the united states on apparent isil tunnel networks. the blast however has a radius of 1.6 kilometers, putting civilians in extreme danger. 

thoughts - this is bullshit. continuing to pour huge industrial-sized cement buckets of oil on this ravenous fire. continuing this incredibly unsustainable cycle of violence. i stand in vehement opposition. 

as a millennial of privilege, i have not directly or indirectly experienced the cacophony of human emotions that is war. i have never felt the physical or emotional impact of such violence. but i do know it destroys. & is brutally unsustainable & leaves the earth & its inhabitants with scars & traumatic, body-shattering memories. we know how fucked war is. we know. yet.

although i do believe that mass media broadcasts more stories of tragedy, conflict, and traumatic violence, i do think it is necessary to know, examine, and swallow the present day atrocities. for this is the current dimension...or so i think. 

however, it is important, if not paramount, to note that i come from a place of extreme privilege - typing on my japanese government funded laptop in a public junior high school in the countryside of kyoto. these painful atrocities are felt through a screen. i haven't even seen or read about any narratives from those affected by these two events specifically. it is incredible how the human sense of empathy works in the current age of exponential technological growth. in so many ways i can't help but look at myself as purely apathetic during these times. i am just sitting in an office, planning my weekend ahead to go to a ryokan tucked in the mountains of kyoto. who the fuck i am to be even talking about these things without due action? i am constantly balancing these thoughts of action versus self-care. 

although as heartbroken and utterly scared as i am, i am also inspired to thrive unapologetically, create fiercely, and love fully. i feel the blazing forest fires under my asshole, and i see the fences of neutrality burning without regret. i am heated and motivated to exist freely against all forms of hatred, exclusion, and fear. i do not wish to feed the world more distractions that obstruct our individual and collective innovation and love-backed action. 

easier said than done. but i will start by speaking these aspirations into existence. 

m a n i f e s t a t i o n with & for our community.