When you are expecting nothing
In a week it would be Thanksgiving,
And we pray, not
Over the past couple of years, I've been spending a fair bit of time reflecting on my internalized biases and my responsibilities toward groups I'm not part of, whether by intention or accident. In part, this was brought about by the murder of Michael Brown in 2014 and the deep and unsettling knowledge that Ferguson, Missouri is very, very close to the town where I was born and where much of my family still resides. The white people of Ferguson and the St. Louis area are, in many ways, my people.
The last five years have left me with a very complicated relationship with compensation-for-work. From a field where internship culture is overwhelming (politics) to one where unpaid practica and volunteerism are part of what sustains the system (public libraries) to working for myself in a caring profession (doula) right on down through my last "job" in which I was really an expenses-reimbursed volunteer and my current creative pursuits, I'm acutely aware that unpaid or underpaid labor keeps a lot of important doors open and a great many fundamental wheels turning.
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