06/10/2025
From L.A. to Gaza…truly devastating.
And meanwhile, my life keeps moving forward—safe, comfortable, untouched.
As a white, cis woman, married to a white cis man, living what some would call the “American Dream”, I know I’ll never understand what it’s like to live as a person of color, an immigrant, or someone who’s trans or queer—especially under an administration like this one. I carry privilege that shields me from so much.
And this isn’t just about Trump. It’s about the systems of power and inequality that have been here all along. This country was built on white supremacy—and that history still shapes the present.
Years ago, I heard this phrase, “What we bury, we bury alive.” It was in relation to finding freedom in our lives by unearthing what we have buried. In the context of our country and culture, to me, that means the things we avoid—pain, injustice, uncomfortable truths— they don’t disappear when we close our eyes, deflect, repress…whitewash history. They don’t die; they stay alive under the surface, quietly shaping our thoughts, our systems, our future.
And now, families are being separated. Rights are being stripped. People are suffering because of who they are. It’s painful and overwhelming, and for many, it’s not new—it’s a continuation. It’s chilling to see how much this mirrors some of the darkest parts of history.
My heart breaks for those who carry the weight of all this every day.
We should be further than this by now.
I’m heartbroken. I’m angry.
And I stand with those who are impacted—always.
