I woke up panicked yesterday from a dream where I was profusely and tearfully apologizing to Ruth Bader Ginsburg for our fucking up the last election so badly and quite possibly the next one, such that she had to desperately try to keep working at a time when she ought to be able to just lie on a beach somewhere and enjoy the sunset.
Really good anti-racism training for the library board this morning, brilliantly and compassionately (yet uncompromisingly) led by Reesheda Graham Washington. (Wish I’d gotten a better photo of her, but when she was animatedly talking, I was very busy listening.)
Will write more about it soon, but I have to say, it’s also exhausting, being present that intensely for this kind of thing. I am going to probably spend most of the rest of the day puttering and organizing things in the basement, mostly alone, to recuperate myself.
Kudos to those who do this work on a regular basis. You are warriors and heroes, and we should help you more. At the very least, we should have your backs.