I don’t know how to talk about Gaza. Not because I have nothing to say, but because what’s happening there has altered something in me so fundamentally, I’m not sure even the language I know fits anymore.
So much now feels inadequate or pointless. I don’t know how to relate to a world that permits this, and I don’t think the shift I feel is reversible, and maybe it shouldn’t be.
They've arrested the student advocates.
They've arrested the farm workers, builders and day laborers.
They’ve canceled the journalists.
They’ve silenced the comedians.
They’ve come for the networks that educate our kids and inform our people.
All under the shadow of a man who’s terrified of truth and allergic to accountability. A would-be dictator, voices of reason are vanishing from our screens. By design.
One by one, voices of reason, humor, humanity, pushed out or punished for daring to speak. Not because they lied, but because they told the truth.
This is not democracy.
This is suppression. Fascism.
This is Trump’s grip tightening around the throat of free speech, and too many are still pretending it’s business as usual.
I stand with every truth teller they’ve tried to silence. Because if we don’t speak now, there might be no one left to hear us later.
Because silence is complicity. 💙 ✊🏽