My peeps in Atlanta

I have my "Death to Racism" shirt on today as I begin preparing for the estate sale for another chosen family of my daughter here in Atlanta. I'm not sure how I will be able to commit to doing this - at least enthusiastically - when I want nothing more than to return to my home base, fix my RRB and upgrade my camper, and head back to the border.

I'm delighted when one of the 'early bird' customers comes with her partner - both young, slender, seemingly shy white people. She starts the anti-war conversation expressing disbelief about how so many u.s.ofa. folks are jumping on the u.s. propaganda bandwagon spending billions on beginning and escalating war in Ukraine.

And the tall even more slender white male with her agrees! I'm doubly delighted because all day I've only been surrounded by the material detritus of an old man's life, and have only had shallow conversations about stuff and prices and merchandise with everyone else who has entered.

And now these two kinda scrawny, quiet white folks looking like just 'normal' white folks but are not: they are standing against the power and laying down the horrors of perpetuating war while we are neglecting folks here, not just neglecting but making it hard to survive let alone thrive.

My peeps in Atlanta- who nu???