Anyway, I just flew in from Social Justice and boy are my arms tired. I mean airplane food, amirite? Wocka wocka.
Some of my articles in this series have been quasi-thoughtful, but I’m running out of power. What can I do? Social justice, social justice, what can I say about that?
You know, there’s an idea you would sometimes see come up in comments in the early days of the Deep Rifts 2.0, when many of us were becoming “woke” for the first time. It was a sense of gratitude that women were bringing to light the way they’d been mistreated, that it was opening up all these other conversations, and that this would give us a chance to become better people. To truly realize the equality we’d always just assumed was part of the movement, in contradistinction to the naked sexism of christian fundies. I just want to bring that gratitude back for a moment.
I love that we broke up the atheist movement. The crudlords and fogies are still out there, somewhere, embarrassing themselves in Elon’s Thunderdome. But they forever have to sit there in full awareness that they have been rebuked. That a sizeable chunk of their former bedfellows just said “Fuck Y’all” and never looked back. Everybody said their piece, then went their separate ways.
Can they even understand what we feel? I don’ t think they can. Dawkins can only conceive of this as us being led astray, bewitched by the sorcery of women in glasses and colorful hair. He doesn’t know how good it is to look at society as it really is, the same way he’d look at the physical world as it really is, and know what you’re going to do with that, do with your time here. We’re gonna be good, as good as we can be. We’ll make mistakes but we’ll learn, because yeah, we woke up to the importance of social justice.
I’m still proud to be an SJW. Power on, comrades.