Well. So here we are. Children are still separated from their parents and now used as bargaining chips; if the parents drop their bids for asylum, they’re told, they can have their children back.
Of course I wouldn’t trust this regime on either front.
So now comes the question. How does one resume life while under the thumb of fascism? It happens all over the world, though in those countries, they are, unfortunately used to it.
I don’t ever want to be “used to it.”
Art, of course, is protest, and I suppose that too can be a means to resume work. I don’t know.
I’ve never lived through a regime that rips parents from children for reasons still unclear and uses them as hostages. At least not in this lifetime.
Meanwhile, life has not stopped, it does not stop, and that is another thing. So I’m trying to find that elusive fascism/life balance, and we’re back to normalizing.
How are you coping?
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