One thing really getting to me nowadays is some people's apparent belief that history is determined in four-year chunks--or four days, or four hours, given the modern news cycle and the Trump administration's tried-and-true MO of flooding the zone with you-know-what. If we don't see the results of our work tomorrow, or next week, or next year, it was all in vain.
We need to think bigger than that.
I know times are hard. Every day, another publication, company, or institution rolls over for hate without even waiting to see if it becomes law or if MAGA can enforce that law while it heads to the courts. But it helps me a lot to think about the people who have been here before: the people who faced deep, rank, violent, hopeless-seeming injustice and did not quit. I can do more than remember them. I can see solidarity as something that stretches across time, and act with them. That's what I wrote about this week. Maybe it will help lift you up, too.
In other news, this week we headed to the Philadelphia Flower Show (critic An Nichols loves it), a new production of Our Town in Wilmington, the latest at the Penn Museum, and more.
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Take care,
Alaina
BSR editor-in-chief
