I’ve never called the police because I felt intimidated by a Black man while he was birdwatching.
May is mental health awareness month and I, your obnoxiously woke friend, haven’t said anything about it. I’ve felt very self conscious about it, not because I have an “it” to talk about, but because I suddenly feel very inadequate. Who did I think I was to try to articulate any of the complexities of living with a mental illness? Why did I want to start talking about this in public and set myself any expectation to live up to? All I am now is a diagnosis, and, depending on who you are, that’s maybe not a good thing.
I watched my grandfather drown in his own lungs.
In 1964, historian Richard Hofstadter published an essay called “The Paranoid Style in American Politics,” where he defined the cyclical way in which humans attack their political opponents using illogical propaganda.
I smell the bonfire across the street