He Did Not Send His Best.

Trumps ascension to power radicalized me.

I spend a lot of time thinking about the moment I became totally radical. There was the libertarian phase: a friend of mine pointed out that I was constantly pouring from an empty cup and the solution might be found in the pages of the good book. I was recommended Atlas Shrugged in order to “become more selfish” so I read it, and all the other garbage Ayn Rand wrote. God what an awful book. I tried watching the movie and that did not help either, I never felt like such a poser in my life, trying to pretend in christian circles that this book was Gods gift to men. I thought libertarian here meant the same thing it meant in France, like, anarchism instead of diet Republican. In 2012 I painted a painting of the gadsden flag in the middle, the snake eating an elephant, like the scary drawing from The Little Prince. That is when I fully accepted the label of Socialist that most of my church family at that point threw at me but it wasn’t until Trump began spewing venom at the immigrant community, patronizing Black voters, making fun of the disabled or neurodivergent, literally detailing how he sexually assaults women… that I had to risk my career, my marriage and my own life and freedom to come out as Undocumented and Unafraid, to pledge to resist Trump and all he stood for was a conscious choice, one that I knew if I made, would break me, but bring the world a Revolution in turn.

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Reverend Leonina Arismendi žarković

Reverend Leonina Arismendi žarković

Social Justice rants, sermons & personal essays.