Yesterday was a heavy day of activism and Union organizing. I went around meeting my members at District, essentially our educational systems’ administrative belly of the beast where I have 100 members. Our community college system has been perpetually corporatized despite our best efforts to fight, despite my best efforts to get members organized. (Now, people are awake and doing a great job of fighting on every front.) I met with my members and touched base, and was ever glad to see them because they are so far removed from the main campus.
Later on at the our House of Representatives Union meeting, I was delighted to learn that our new slogan will be, “We are the resistance.” That slogan will be apropos for years to come, and I will embrace it wholeheartedly.
At the end of the day, I was beat, but it was that joyful exhaustion from having done meaningful work. However, that also meant I didn’t do much work on my writing, so guess what I am doing tonight?
Writing, writing, writing.
Oh, but I did make some progress. It turns out, my awesome comadre who happens to be the union grievance chair for my chapter has a teenage son who paints. I asked her to ask him if he would paint the cover of The Harvest. His artwork is so detailed, it looks like camera work. In fact, she showed me one of an industrial building, and I thought it was a color photograph. It is an acrylic painting. I hopes he says yes because I have a number of projects ahead.
That is all I have for now. I am heading off to the Women's March, and I hope to see many of you in downtown Chicago. My local will also be marching, but I will be passing out the Tribuno del Pueblo. Check the site out out. It’s a great alternative press.
Finally, tired of politics or need a short break? Check out my ongoing novel excerpt of The Harvest in the Current Work tab. Scroll down a bit, and give it a look-see. Let me know what you think in the comments below.
Today and here on out, resist, resist, and resist some more. We will take our country back.
Dr. Jesú Estrada,