Yeah. I hear a whole lot of motherfuckers throw this word around, but I don’t see a whole lot of motherfuckers walking the talk.
Solidarity is not throwing a hissy fit because people didn’t come to a march that was important to you because they were at another action that was important to them. That solidarity goes both ways. You got to cut your comrades some slack because sometimes it’s not all about you. It’s about everyone and everyone has different interests and needs. We’re all fighting the System, brothers and sisters and all those in between. We all fight in different ways. We don’t all have to have a group mind thing going on. And then blowing up Twitter and Facebook after with all the rage and ranting about shit that has nothing to do with what solidarity is, and everything to do with acting like an angry child.
Solidarity is not using your white privilege to try to get a trip somewhere while misappropriating the pain of a family of color and their cause and wrapping yourself in their banner like you had a right to do it. That’s bullshit, that’s what that is. This is why a lot of POC activists don’t want to work with white activists. It would have looked so much better if you’d tried to raise money for a POC to go on that trip instead of you. That is what solidarity is. And what being a good ally is.
Solidarity is not turning your back on someone who has opened their home to you, lived with you like a family member, had your back in actions and spent half the night waiting for you to be released from jail because someone who has demonstrated malice and betrayal repeatedly claims that the person is a danger to you because they are another color than you. That’s not solidarity. That’s tragedy.
Solidarity is not getting close to people and then ripping them off. And then acting like it never happened and expecting you to do the same because nobody feels safe calling anyone out on their bad behavior. Because hardly anyone in the community seems to understand what solidarity really is. The word is just a brand-name overlaid the same shallow American relationships.
We’re so fucking broken. Every last one of us. The world we live in is utterly insane. It affects us all with the cognitive dissonance, the paranoia, the fear, the mistrust, the self-isolation and the isolation of others. Asleep or awake, slumbering slave or rampant rioter, we are all full of rage. And despair. Hate of the self and of the other. It makes it so difficult to have real human relationships. And can we honestly say we even know what a real human relationship looks like? What we live in now is so warped and twisted, I don’t think it’s possible for beauty to fully flourish, in any realm. No matter how happy we find ourselves from time to time, it is the most fleeting emotion of all. The hardest to hold on to.
Take your solidarity where you find it and treasure it if you do. And protect it with everything you have, because it’s rare and precious and worth defending.