I originally wrote this as part of my post about the strawberry picking meetup, but decided it would be better on its own.
The same day of this meet was the day No Kings protests took place across America, including here in Chicago which ended up being home to one of the biggest No Kings crowds in the country. I do hold regret for choosing a fun day of fashion instead of heading downtown and joining in, and have resolved to keep an eye on protester bail funds and support the cause with my wallet since I wasn't there in the flesh. On the way to the farm I passed a smaller, secondary group of protesters congregating by the road, their voices strong and their signs held high. They stayed on my mind for the rest of the day.
Sitting at a corn-shaped table, climbing on a tractor, and buying canned goods and homemade pie inside a refurbished barn definitely made me feel connected with one aspect of American culture, but more than that, it blended with what I knew was going on at the same time. I do not know, truly, if I like America as a country. But I love the land itself, I care about the people who live on it, and the Midwestern culture I have spent my life steeped in is something I have a great affection for. Public dissent on behalf of vulnerable people is community care, and so is bringing an extra large casserole so people at the potluck go home with leftovers for tomorrow. The size of the marches yesterday demonstrates that more people care about each other than not. That fact, I believe, is something worth loving.













