Be quiet. Move with people who were working to transform this world before the election. Listen to them. Join them. Don't move too fast. Because you, like me, just might have your own self-work to do.
What I am saying is:
STOP FREAKING OUT. STOP BLAMING. JUST STOP.
Movements for human lives have taken place ever since the first European slaughtered the very people who cared for him on this land. Connect with them. If there is no hierarchy of oppressions, then we must stop and realize that there are thousands of people all around us who have been waiting for you. They have been waiting on you to speak. They have been waiting on you to move. Some have simply been waiting on you to just be quiet and listen.
I am one of them.
I have been shouted down over racism, homophobia, and sexism for quite some time. When the people who have watched you be shouted down, do nothing, and then become the people who now want to lead in liberation, it makes me very nervous. Very cautious. When the people who tell me they are so happy for our work fail to consider that I, like so many others, could be dead right now, it makes me nervous. This tells me that they do not understand the depth of this work. Fighting oppression is not glamorous.
And here we are. It's after the election and people, still only a portion of this country, are completely freaked out. They want to do something. They want to act. This is one of those events that tends to wake people, even if it is just for a moment. But when privileged, yet marginalized, people (i.e. women who are white or men who are black) engage liberation movements, there is much listening you must do in order to see a fuller picture.
To undo the oppressor within you.
To hear voices of groups marginalized much longer, or even worse, than you.
Because the assumption that you with all of your unchecked privilege can liberate anyone is in and of itself oppressive.
Find someone who says #BlackLivesMatter, find an indigenous person, find the person who seeks sentencing reform, find the modern day abolitionist, find the artist that conveys resistance in every stroke, find the ones who have been seeking liberation for centuries. Start there.
Be quiet and listen.
Read Audre Lorde's Open Letter to Mary Daly.