Fully awake. I slid into domestic bliss and now it's time to wake up. Like many I thought the good work of others had gifted the marginalized with a chance for a seat at the table. True there were battles to fight, but others were doing that and they didn't need me to help out. It was all justification for my apathy.
Let me be clear: I did not buy the brand of the American dream. I am British and as such patriotism is something I am suspicious of. But the house and the car, the pleasant and progressive city were like Oz poppies. Fuck all of it.
Materialism is the opiate of the masses and democracy was a pipe dream.
So I march, not just on Saturday but everyday.
