The revolution came to my front door

The Revolution Comes to My Front Door: My latest piece in the El Paso News

El Paso News

I’ve been one morose social justice warrior.  (Yeah, I know that term is a target for unreasoning derision, but you can kiss my fanny.  Say it loud and proud.)

Morose.  Despondent. Despairing unto death.  I am not indulging in hyperbole  All these sins against the earth and all its people will never be righted in my lifetime, I worry.  What few helpful things I’ve ever seen accomplished in my life all seem reversed.  I spend all together too much time wailing.  Because the martyrs are falling, and their numbers are the great shame of all of us, both as individuals and as a society.

But right now I feel something I rarely acknowledge: vivified and cautiously optimistic, as they say.  All because the revolution came to my front door.

The revolution came to my front step a few hours ago. Hundreds of kiddos yelling and shaking signs. Constant choppers over…

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