I would love to march in person but my fibromyalgia gets quite bad when it rains as hard as it is right now in San Diego. I am worried that, when I finish my PhD in the next few years, the academic establishment will have been completely disestablished–the space that has become my refuge will be dismantled. I am worried that I will be unable to find a job with health care benefits–there is absolutely no way I will be able to get health insurance otherwise with so many preexisting conditions and the overturning of the ACA. Finally, I am afraid that prejudice will become normalized and those I love (as well as myself) will have to face even more racism, sexism, ablism, heterosexism, etc. as we try merely to survive in this increasingly difficult climate of hate. But, more so than this worry, I feel the urge to resist–those of us who can’t get on the streets are still here RESISTING.
Disability March 