truths.

Real change is not safe.

It isn’t comfortable or fun or easy.

Undoing centuries of oppression and genocide and greed, of poisoning the earth, of watering down humanity with individualism — it will not be easily undone.

We will not be safe.

We are not safe.

Safety has been an illusion. Your safety has taken people’s lives.

Millions of lives, claimed, in your name.

Millions more will be taken still.

They write our names on drones and on the badges of officers and the undersides of their boots.

We are not safe.

We are not will not be safe while the planet is burning and it is not decent to watch from the sidelines as it goes. Decency cannot be restored when we have never known in. We will melt like a sheets of arctic ice when we let our fear push us to be polite. To smile at our oppressors.

Real change will take time and blood and hurt and healing and breaking and healing again.

It demands our sacrifice.

We will not be able to live comfortable lives and find any meaningful transformation of this society that is too brutal and too cruel to too many.

You will be able to live comfortably except that aching part of your belly that will tell you you are complicit.

We are complicit as we watch them die and let our selves be frozen in fear and grief and pain we are frozen and we are guilty.

We are not guilty.

We are safe.

We are not safe.

We are afraid.

We are fearless.

We are afraid.

Scared.

Alone.

Together.