A protest t-shirt of one’s own

I have a friend. She owns a vintage white t-shirt with the word ‘peace’ on it. It’s tattered, cool, soft, rough, see through in parts, study in others, white, yellowing white, off-white, …. all in one. She wears it every time she goes to cast her vote. I have admired her t-shirt since the 2016 election.

And now, I have an old ragged t-shirt with holes and fades, of my own. I appointed it “my protest t-shirt” to keep up with the tradition and times. It was once white and brand new. Everlane made it. I dyed it blue with Indigo. The residual acidic water went into my garden to prepare soil to grow grapes. That was the t-shirt’s childhood. She spent it being cute and innocent.

2020. I have no voting rights in America. But I exist.

The call came for me. “What can you give up, from now till the election?” they asked.

Some of my disposable income. But money is no substitute to grass root organizing, is it ?

Some of my time and energy. I don’t have to write a blog or instagram or watch tv in excess or take outfit photos of myself or …..

My contribution to 2020 can’t be thoughts and prayers. I wore my hole-ey t-shirt and phone banked. I called folks who marched for climate and urged them to vote. My t-shirt went from being a pretty thing to a uniform that reminds me of the work that needs doing. Wear it and show up.

My t-shirt is now in a teenager with raging hormones phase. She continues to be a thing of beauty.

I adopted one friend on the other side. And tried to make a bridge. He didn’t flip. He was born into old wealth, took on tax cuts as the numero uno cause for his activism and will probably vote accordingly till he dies. He sees the climate movement/progressive policies/taxation/BLM/most ideas, through the filter of Fox News. Now, he discusses ideas with me, someone outside his circle. He started caring about climate a tad more. The walls are there for a reason – to climb over.

I have no voting rights. But the kindest strangers are carrying me over.

The political outcome of the 2020 election isn’t a happy ending, but start of the next marathon. The race is on and we have a ticket.

I am incredibly grateful.

Thank you !