tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042961.post227380280942723896..comments2024-02-20T14:00:41.771-05:00Comments on A Canadian Lefty in Occupied Land: The Missing and Murdered, Willful Obliviousness, and "Everyday Life"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042961.post-41147779024155563152013-02-20T10:39:59.132-05:002013-02-20T10:39:59.132-05:00Hey Jenny!
Thanks for sharing this stuff. It'...Hey Jenny!<br /><br />Thanks for sharing this stuff. It's hard, and I think we're all more likely to find personally and politically satisfying ways to navigate it if we talk about it.<br /><br />I don't know that there's any one right answer. On the one hand, reinforcing our own shame and attacking ourselves about not being able to do what we think we should be doing or what our Scott Neighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17415106335668233754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042961.post-39235154723903754232013-02-19T14:17:56.776-05:002013-02-19T14:17:56.776-05:00Very interesting reflections, Scott. This is somet...Very interesting reflections, Scott. This is something I struggle with. I hate participating in protests. I feel intensely uncomfortable doing so, and though I have on occasion forced myself to go, I always leave feeling primarily grateful that it is over. I generally just chalk it up to my dislike of crowds and general introversion, but I feel somewhat guilty at the same time. I also feel a bit Red Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07720489192755635941noreply@blogger.com