I ain't going to sit by no window waiting for the glass to crack
The staff of the Diesel were wearing safety pins today. I saw them when I stopped by with Matthew in the afternoon.
All day I have been wearing a navy wool overshirt that belonged to
nineweaving's father, a lieutenant commander and inventor in the U.S. Navy in WWII. It's one of my winter shirts now. It is scratchy and slightly too large on me and feels occasionally like a metaphor, but it keeps me warm walking from Kendall to Harvard in below-freezing winds. I don't want to have to live up to ghosts for the next four years, but I keep thinking of my grandparents, immigrants' children who marched for civil rights in the American South and Midwest and were sometimes the only Jews on campus and had an ACLU sticker on the porch of their house in Maine and wanted to see a state of Palestine as well as Israel, and at the moment I feel angrier on their behalf than on mine, as I feel angrier on behalf of my three-year-old niece who deserves a future moving forward, not retrograde.
derspatchel and I put safety pins on our coats before leaving the house tonight. It is almost literally the least we can do (signing an online petition involves less scrounging through drawers), but we will wear them as long as they are needed and in the meantime we will learn the actions we must take to make them more than a gesture.
You remember the people who died in the fight; then you decide how you will fight for what needs preserving. And what needs to change.
All day I have been wearing a navy wool overshirt that belonged to
You remember the people who died in the fight; then you decide how you will fight for what needs preserving. And what needs to change.

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Yes, I think that's true. I've seen it all over social media today, so the meaning ought to be widely known. Now to live up to the symbol, as you say.