For the last four years I have often thought about the friends, family, coworkers, etc. who told me they were voting for Johnson so they could "sleep at night." I cannot quite articulate the amount of grief I still feel about this nor quite name the moral system this communicates
Mostly because I don't understand how for the last four years my undocumented neighbors have slept at night, nor my LGBTQ+ neighbors, nor my neighbors who are survivors of sexual assault, nor my Black & brown neighbors, etc. Or before; we heard violence before Nov 8 and knew.
As a young woman, even sitting in a vast amount of privilege, that voting response in 2016 of "being able to sleep at night" certainly communicated something to me that has compounded in the years since.
And now I am thinking about COVID, how my father had a heart procedure last week and is back to work as an essential worker, and how I have not slept well thinking about how this administration enacts violence after violence on Americans or postures as a bystander to pandemic and
climate collapse. Surely there are much larger systems at play, and this administration is fruit of those systems. Still, I cannot help but think of the individuals who spoke of being able to "sleep at night" & I wonder how that is now, & how that looks for the upcoming election.
Especially as an educator, I was and continued to be deeply grieved. In speaking with students looking toward this vocation, this fall is full of conversations of a moral education that doesn't ask how I sleep at night, but rather, how do I help my neighbor sleep at night?
What values do I embody? If I am an educator, what do I teach in the grocery store, in the post office, and in the voting booth? How can I cultivate epistemologies of love rather than separation? (shout out to bell hooks and Arthur Zajonc)
I feels a weariness that these systems and administration has and continues to be held up by active participants, but there are so many inactive participants concerned about "being able to sleep at night" that my entire self aches. There are better worlds than this.
Anyway, THANK FOR JOINING my one Twitter rant of the year, back to my little hobbit hole full of peace ed readings, Parks&Rec episodes, and no bake cookies 
Brought to you by the seventeen interpretive articles on Plato I read for today's philosophy class.

