So, essentially, what I am trying to present is the idea of grief as a gift. Grief as a positive force. Grief that can become, if we allow it its full expression, a defiant, sometimes mutinous energy.
"We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings ... The name of our beautiful reward is not profit. Its name is freedom."
"In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot."
“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”
"Evil can be opposed without being mirrored. Oppressors can be resisted without being emulated. Enemies can be neutralized without being destroyed."