will tell y'all a true thing about me: I am VERY BAD at verbal arguments. I had a script written down for this call, anticipating that I would advocate the release of #ThereseParriciaOkoumou and then get a "thank you for your input" and then hang up
Here's what happened instead
Call one: dialed 0, brief hold-music (decent jazz), then two and a half minutes of ringing followed by a siren noise and several ominous clicks. Then the line went dead.
Call two: dialed 0, brief hold-music (still jazz), ten seconds of ringing, a little more jazz, and someone saying "who are you calling about?"
I said I was calling about #ThereseOkoumou, and the person I was talking to put me on speakerphone.
"Say that again"
I said it again
and then I was on hold for a few seconds
and then someone came on the line
I called expecting to deliver a script, which boiled down to:
I am calling to request the immediate release of #ThereseParriciaOkoumou, who engaged in an act of protest today against the existence of Immigration and Customs Enforcement
The person on the phone said
Why should she be released?
What followed was about 10 minutes of extraordinarily civil, vehement debate. I am 75% sure I was on speakerphone that whole time.
I don't know who I was talking to. He identified himself as a black man who works for corrections& who believes in the legacy&importance of protesting for civil rights&justice.
Here are the questions he asked me. Some of them I handled alright; some of them, I answered ineptly:
Why should the inmate be released?
Why was her form of protest okay, given that she didn't have a permit?
What are laws for, if it's okay to break them sometimes in order to make a point?
Do you think ICE should be abolished? Why?
What is the difference between American interests and the interests of people who live in America?
(That latter one: I initially said something like "The actions of ICE go against American interests -- wait, I'm saying that wrong. They are immoral and go against the values of many people who live in America." He laughed and thanked me for correcting it.)
Other questions I answered on this call:
Do you think the entire executive branch should be abolished?
Do you think it's okay to disrupt people's lives?
Do you think people who break the law shouldn't go to jail?
When I wasn't doing a good job of articulating my responses, the person on the other end of the line showed me the holes in my answers and gave me the chance to try again. I have no goddamn idea why, but he did.
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My heart goes ALL the way out to all the tiny pissbaby men who are currently Very Sad that they are being asked to think about whether or not their behavior is appropriate. It is very hard for them right now and they deserve our thoughts and prayers
Please dedicate as much sympathy as possible to these yolk-bellied men who have literally never risen to meet an expectation before in their lives. They are stressed
It's DIFFICULT, okay, to navigate the world when you have all the backbone of a paper lunchsack filled with rice pudding. They can't help throwing temper tantrums . I FEEL for them, I DO
I opened a bottle of wine to have a very tiny glass, and @ryandroyd immediately ate the fucking cork. I guess I'm just going to have to use the rest of the bottle to make
~*BOEUF BOURGUIGNON*~
(gdi ryan)
@ryandroyd First, I gotta slice up a pound of mushrooms. I wasn't sure if my new Blade Whisk would be up to the task but it worked out pretty swell, probably because it's gay
@ryandroyd Hot damn, looks like my Shallot Tree has a nice ripe shallot on it. Lucky me!
I just got on a plane and I was mysteriously upgraded to first class?? I am an interloper in the land of large seats and no one here seems suspicious of my presence
In first class, if I sit back in my seat (which is the size of my entire apartment) and stretch my arms out all the way, I can't reach the seat in front of me. Is this how wealthy people fly ALL THE TIME
Pictured: a free water bottle to quench my thirst in case I'm parched from the effort of spreading my elbows across both of my armrests with impunity
How do I even talk about this? I have no idea, but here goes, because maybe it'll help.
Deciding not to reach out? It starts small, and it gets big faster than you realize.
This is what it has looked like for me:
There's the idea, and it's a noise that won't go away. And you know you're supposed to tell someone about the noise, but if you tell them, they'll get scared, and it's just a noise, so whatever. Ignore it.
But also the noise is all you can hear or think about some days, and talking to people and doing normal things feels like trying to shout over it. So you stop talking to people so much. You go quiet. You just try to get through the day.
I didn't think you kids were interested in hearing how I met your grandfather. It's not a very interesting story. You're sure you want to hear it?
Okay, okay, fine. If you insist. I remember it like it was yesterday...
It all started when your gramps came back from war. He and I saw each other across the crowd and we just KNEW. We were making eyes at each other the whole time the prince was greeting my father. It was love at first sight!
Naturally, we had a costume party that night to welcome the boys home from the war, and that's where your grampy and I got ENGAGED