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This one’s for my mamma.
Making noise, verbally or otherwise, literally or metaphorically, is healing. It means making specific and concrete your nebulous and pervasive unhappiness. Making noise means gathering injustice and expelling it.
Making noise is making public that this will not stand. You raise the call so that others will follow, or witness, or even without reference to them. You make noise because it’s the right thing to do.
You make noise because keeping silent is worse. Raise your voice and raise our spirits.
How odd, I am halfway through a post I’ve called “on making noise”, that I can’t seem to find the right mental space to complete. It’s much less pithy than this. Perhaps it says something about the time we’re in?
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