A dear real-life friend of mine wrote the following on their Facebook page yesterday, and it really touched me. This dilemma feels key to us staying put, and staying human, in San Francisco and other cities under siege:
“I’ve been searching my own heart these days for that place where we can mourn our losses together in a real and honest way (free from the ‘let‘s move on’ California group hug) . . . AND find the compassion to keep on fighting back with creativity amid the messiness of our resistance . . . and the rage and heartbreak that is our beautiful San Francisco.”
Now I’d like to hear from you, those of you class warriors battling it out in our beloved yet being-disappeared San Francisco:
What keeps your heart open, your compassion alive?
How do we mourn genuinely and honestly with our neighbors, with all those threatened by displacement, precisely to better resist? Or, how would we want to mourn and process our losses, so as to keep going, not give up, not turn into broken versions of ourselves, and sometimes even achieve victories?
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(Photo by Cindy Milstein, art of resistance, in another major metropole fighting against gentrification and austerity, Montreal, Quebec, May 14, 2015.)