Just sitting at the dinner table with my younger one. Not in kindergarten yet.

A few days ago I announced at the finish of dinner that I was going to a local rally in support of Starbucks workers who were unionizing. Both kids practically jumped off their chairs with excitement to attend. But because I had the wrong time we missed it.

However, we did run into packs of comrades on the streets and had the types of conversations I wanted them to hear: as it pertains to solidarity, workers rights, going up against the powerful, and that while it’s difficult it has to be done. As I explained to the kids what these good comrades had been doing the young and only woman in the trio we first stopped said it was going to make her cry to witness this explanation.

Anyway, it was being recalled tonight that we did in fact miss the rally and I promised there would be another. Julian Assange came up, and then the Palestine chant out of nowhere. The other sibling who attended the Palestine rally would sometimes chant it out of nowhere, which the younger one picked up on and was now airing at the table.

I hope they’ll always jump at the opportunity to fight the power, and assert that the People have the Power, and will continue to loathe and be suspicious of the police and the American flag, and that they’ll question everything. Sometimes when they see one they say, “One World. No Flags.”

Question Everything.

Another World Is Possible.