Deep Breaths When people show you who they are, believe them the first time. – Maya Angelou The occupation was already underway. Trust them when they demonstrate they don't care about the people, but will lie to gain power. For centuries, there has been an obsessive need to control bodies—not people, but bodies. Brown and Black bodies. Asian bodies. Underpaid and unhoused bodies. Bodies in wheelchairs, in hospital beds. Bodies wearing rainbows. Bodies in uteruses and with uteruses. Bodies wearing keffiyeh, wearing hijabs. Bodies on farms. Bodies on the border. Bodies in the District of Columbia. Bodies in prisons and detention centers. To create and pass laws with such cruelty, one way to ease the conscience is to strip people of their humanity and reduce them to bodies. Objects. Things. Then occupy, harm, or disappear. This is not new. It is theological. Be wary of theologies that disembody. This has always been the plan. What we see now is only the next phase of occupation. They hope that the monotony of lies will wear us down, and that we will tune out. They take over places of beauty and hope—Kennedy Center, Smithsonian museums—while painting government as the enemy, until all seems lost. But none of this is new. Not for Black people. We’ve had to learn how to sing songs in a strange land, how to make gumbo from scraps, how to sing the Blues on Saturday night and the Gospel on Sunday morning, how to love and care for our bodies even when the world tried to break them. So don’t lose sight of what brings you joy. In the words of one of my favorite emcees, Q-Tip: Breathe and Stop. Inhale goodness. Exhale the stench of occupation. Remember—you are a living, breathing, feeling body. Now is not the time to go numb. — Rev. Moya Harris, Senior Program Director, Sojourners
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