Risk, Emotions, Revolution

At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality.

Che Guevara, Man and Socialism in Cuba (1965)

It feels selfish writing into a blog about where I am at right now. Personal and out in the open. Diary entries about school, life, how I see the world around me, my gut reaction to the TV, individual (re)actions based in many communities so separate, you dare not keep them together. Code-switching [Thanks Doc for helping me remember!] between activism, family, neighborhood, friendship, collegiality, and partnerships. Reminds me of A Day in the Life Of... MTV style. Titillating the brain and regurgitating ideas, thoughts, emotions. This blog is a risk I am willing to take, with the same type of love, compassion, and (un)just emotions that come out from activism. Gavillero Words is a personal reflection on where I am at in the world, pushing me to think, write, feel out loud. Feels good to have our own version of inhaling/exhaling Cohiba smoke to get us through another day in personal struggle.

It scares me not being a part of a large community in struggle for peace and justice. Dearborn is smack dab in the middle of the suburbs outside of Detroit. Yes, I know universities promote the sense of individual response to the world without any promotion of action, change, or hope, but can we begin to think differently about where we are, where we live, where we want to be? It is always done in abstract (like my post) terms without challenging anything specific. This is my attempt to {creatively} narrate daily life right now as a student, family member, friend, book activist, and lover. Anything else would be a lie. Pontification of the Navel some might say. I just want to write again!