I love this tweet, but in all seriousness—when I think of those horrible statues that served for so long as symbols of white supremacy now sinking down into the deep, instantly and forever transformed from monuments of hate to monuments of anti-racism just via the simple act of throwing the motherfucker into a goddamn lake, I get chills.
Like, these people didn’t just remove the statues, they forever changed what they symbolise by removing them. Somebody will go scuba diving someday and see that asshole covered in algae and barnacles, and they’ll see a symbol of resistance.
One of my favourite photographs of all time is a picture of Jewish American soldiers holding services in Joseph Goebbels’ chateau after the allies had conquered that part of Germany in 1945. There’s one guy holding a torah, and two others wearing tallit, unfurling candlesticks and a Star of David flag for the Jewish Welfare Board, right under Goebbels own roof right in front of his fucking swastika banner. It’s the only time I can actually see a swastika and not feel fear, because in that context, its presence only fuels the art of resistance.
Everyone who helped dump these statues are artists, and man, I love their work.
Go check it out! (Can’t link because tumblr will hide it)
Chapter Summary: Coach introduces Suzie to an old friend who can help them go on these newfound adventures together! Will her advice help Suzie learn to cope a little more with her Grandfather’s more wild ways?
