Snapshots in Seattle
Archer is perfect! I love him!
To occupy space in a fight for justice is beautiful. To do so in a recently fought for and won space is remarkable, to be camping and recovering from rubber bullet wounds, cooking for anyone who is hungry, having your tent neighbors look after you, tending to a garden owned by all, listening with love to learn, and opening the pocket of your heart for more people to jump in it and stay is both spiritual and inspiring. I spent a few days camping at CHOP (Capitol Hill Occupied Protest) in Seattle doing anthropology research. I love CHOP and really love everyone I met there. I feel excited for the future based on the leadership I met, those who I listened to, and those who looked out for me. What I have seen in the media does not equal what I experienced in person. I can’t wait to see what happens and to go back soon.
Norah and I made a cobbler with these 🍒🍒🍒
Black Lives Matter Skate for Solidarity Peaceful Protest. Salt Lake City June 11, 2020. Skater culture meets BLM movement. Amazing feeling. We (@brinnan and I) brought old scooters but ditched them in a tree since they didn’t work. We walked, sometimes smelling weed as the whirling of skateboard wheels continued down the middle of Salt Lake’s roads. A very spiritual, inspiring experience, I couldn’t fall asleep afterwards for excitement.
Mini backpacking trip last weekend
I know protests are not something to attend for an instagram photo. But, I love photography, and documenting our lives is important. I am posting these and archiving them until it is more appropriate to show them. Plus, no identifications can be made from anyone in this photo. This is Salt Lake City on June 3, 2020. A Revolution.
I stand with the Black Lives Matter movement forever and always. I would like everyone I know to understand that- if they did not already. I wrote this short poem a few days ago in a very emotional and distraught place thinking about my baby brother. Since then, I feel more hopeful. While attending a protest and watching whole families with signs, everyone with fists in the air, I felt like I was on the greatest team in the world. I also felt, amidst the silence of many people I love, that I am not going crazy not being able to sleep and always on the verge of tears. I hope all of us can care about human beings, listen more than we talk, and take action to change our world. I make a lot of mistakes, but I would rather mess up than never do anything. You Don't Know This Yet Before you were born, Bo Jean ate a bowl of ice cream on his couch An accountant, exceptional at math. Off duty, she walked into his home, mistaking it for hers She shot him and he died In his own home. The ice cream melts. While you were learning to smile, With the wind on his face amidst the stickiness of the air, Ahmaud ran Chased by an old white pickup Carrying men who murder. He no longer runs, Though the pickup does. I hold you and I cry “I am so sorry” I lay you down to sleep, Watch your body rise and fall with breath, And worry over your future.
Picnic in the roundabout