Friday, June 23, 2017

Ink me, bro

Every time a Brit complains about Brexit an American lets out a sardonic laugh. Then cries.

I think I know what I want my next tattoo to be.

1 of 1.

I thought about getting it across my knuckles.

Or maybe across my wrist.

It's a Ta-Nehisi Coates quote.

We were individuals, a one of one, and when we died there was nothing.

It's a recurring point throughout the book, Between the World and Me.

It's the first thing that popped into my head when I read about Philando Castile's killer being acquitted.

He was a one of one.

He was destroyed by a system designed to destroy an individual of color.

That's not what it was designed for, Rudy.

Okay, he was destroyed within a system designed with safeguards in place to protect those who would destroy an individual of color from facing any actual justice.

But the idea for that tattoo means more than just protest to me.

This life, this body, this experience is the only one I will have. If I destroy it or allow it to be destroyed, there is no take back, no do over, no heaven or hell, no... anything.

Instead of waiting til the end to fight the dying of the light, it's a reminder to always be vigilant against the dying - the taking of - the light.

And not just my own light.

We are, all of us, a one of one.

And we must do a better job of looking out not just for ourselves, but for each other. Always.

Titty sprinkles!

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