This post is for my fellow Berkshire-based folks:
Racists drive Subarus too.
I’m honestly pretty shaken from my experience protesting in front of Town Hall today. So many radical acts occured at a single intersection on Main Street, GB.
I’d stare at each line of cars and as the light changed, I nodded to this sign. It kinda felt like chat-roulette. Sometimes, a whole line of cars would honk, wave, hold up a fist. So many nods. I saw children in backseats waving while their parents sneered up front. More than a few times, a single car in a positive line would wave me the finger. I hope they asked themselves why they disrupted positivity with hate.
I was disheartened to see every classification of person imaginable look down and away, dismissive if not laughing outright. Some in Escalades with Jersey plates, some in delivery trucks that frequent our rural counties. Sometimes I had to squint to see if someone was mouthing “thank you” or “faggot.”
I was honored by how many bipoc neighbors I have here in the Berkshires. Some pulled over and asked my takeout suggestions for local restaurants or directions to my fav hiking trails, others were just passing through. Near the end of the day, a mother of two parked her Porsche on the curb and stood by my side for 30 minutes, her sign reading “silence is violence.”
Those random conversations, those unbroken lines of honking cars, felt powerfully American, and I want to fight for THAT America so badly.
PLEASE my fellow Berkshire county residents, do NOT accept this racial climate. Not here or anywhere. Let’s work on growing, educating, and never being satisfied with the progress we’ve inherited. I see all of you who treated me with grace today, and I hold that in my heart when I go to bed tonight.