This poem by one of my favorite writers helps me remember what we can do together. Marge Piercy is so kind to agree to let me share it here.
Today I stood next to a teacher in her classroom for a minute, both of us admiring her engaged hard working 8th graders. I’m carrying that moment with me at the end of this week. Though days may go by where we don’t find time to talk, or read, or meet, we remember each other. We are strengthened by each other. We are not alone.
“The Low Road”
by Marge Piercy
What can they do
to you? Whatever they want.
They can set you up, they can
bust you, they can break
your fingers, they can
burn your brain with electricity,
blur you with drugs till you
can’t walk, can’t remember, they can
take your child, wall up
your lover. They can do anything
you can’t stop them
from doing. How can you stop
them? Alone, you can fight,
you can refuse, you can
take what revenge you can
but they roll over you.
But two people fighting
back to back can cut through
a mob, a snake-dancing file
can break a cordon, an army
can meet an army.
Two people can keep each other
sane, can give support, conviction
love, massage, hope, sex.
Three people are a delegation,
a committee, a wedge. With four
you can play bridge and start
an organization. With six
you can rent a whole house,
eat pie for dinner with no
seconds, and hold a fund raising party.
A dozen make a demonstration.
A hundred fill a hall.
A thousand have solidarity and your own newsletter;
ten thousand, power and your own media;
ten million, your own country.
It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care
to act, it starts when you do
it again after they said no,
it starts when you say ‘We’
and know who you mean, and each
day you mean one more.
(from The Moon is Always Female 1996)