There’s an easter egg in there for you and me that I think you’ll like.
Paul just messaged me that he’s coming to get me and I said “I like you pretty much all the time but right now Prince Valiant on a snow white charger doesn’t look as good as you.”
A very partial list of what you can do after
five six Muslims were shot dead at the CCIQ in Québec:
Tell Kellie Leitch to **** off and die for her disingenuously offering thoughts and prayers ‘regarding the situation in Quebec’ — carefully not mentioning it was Muslims getting shot. She’s one of the most persistently wretched and nasty Islamophobes currently seeking to lead the Conservative Party, and although I defended her when she got doxxed, I’d cheerfully pie her at this point.
Support charities doing the hard work on the ground getting Muslim refugees resettled.
Send individual letters of support to local mosques. Phone calls are great too but a letter is more substantial.
Go to the facebook page of a local mosque and offer a message of support.
Tell your Muslim neighbours and coworkers that you will not be quiet when Islamophobic comments are made in your vicinity. Ask them what they want to hear allies say, to strengthen your resolve and calm your nerves about saying the right thing. If speaking out was easy more people would do it. Don’t let that stop you.
When their site is secure -it’s behaving quite oddly at the moment – donate to the CCIQ dot org as they will need funds to restore their sanctuary. Keep an eye out for news on the mosque well after the news cycle expires; there may be charities which spring up for those affected, and the horror of this shooting will continue to be part of the community for years to come.
And you know what? It doesn’t matter what the religion is of the felons. What matters is that the violence enables those who hate Muslims and darkies and immigrants.
I feel horrible. Physically I’m okay, but the political sitch in the States is appalling, and I’m staying across the street from SeaTac, and people I know and love put their lives and sacred honour on the line this weekend to protest. It’s hard not to be worried.
I was so stressed I got up and ran away from the luncheon. I’ve been hiding in my room for most of the con; came out to open filk for about an hour, saw Char McKay’s concert, saw Vixy and Tony’s concert, but otherwise I’ve been feeling so sickened by the state of the world I want to hide and stay hidden.
Paul’s coming to get me later on this morning and I can go home – to work at 11 o’clock tonight. I flipped back to being diurnal this weekend so it’s gonna be ****ing carnage.
Fortunately, I have a Denis O’Leary and a Kellie Leitch to prevent from leading the Conservative party in Canada, Islamophobia to fight, and books to edit, and songs to write, and people to love on and feed and snuggle with, and a grandson who needs me to fight for the world he deserves. And a job. I can’t forget that. It’s not a good job, but it’s still worthwhile. I’ll be training the weekend midnights person tonight, apparently.