I wait for you in our garden by Angel station. You surprise me with Irish soap bars tied with a necktie from a charity shop. My heart flutters; I’m trying not to fall for you.
Most of the benches are taken by youth smoking pot. Beyond the garden, William Golding’s children set off firecrackers then scream down streets and towpaths. Toxic smoke hangs low over a Guy Fawkes night made of tinder.
A young woman mutters to herself “Trump or nothing” as we leave the closing garden. We part with a kiss which fails to lift my feeling of foreboding.
Love to come yes. But the foreboding: Oh my, how I mourn what has happened in the US election. This, Ollie, is what I have been posting in notes and elsewhere:
As Trump’s inauguration looms, as his threats to create detention camps loom, as prison stocks rise, as he plans to deport thousands from our nation, separating parents from their children, looms,
Let us hear Friedrich Gustav Emil Martin Niemöller (14 January 1892 – 6 March 1984), German theologian and Lutheran pastor, whose words appear on the U.S. Holocaust Memorial:
"First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me."
We must speak out to save democracy and condemn inhumanity.
I hope you are now safe in London. Do stay in touch.
There needs to be a broken heart to click. Oh wait, there is. ❤️🩹