11/26/2025
I can’t pretend. Can’t witness this season of consumption without saying a few things.
We are not okay. And I mean all of us, collectively. Some of us know it and have known it. Many are just finding out.
Last week Zócalo was impacted by an attempted raid by la migra on one of our catering neighbors. The community stood up and stood strong. No one was kidnapped, thanks to all the goodness in the world. ’s volunteers showed up in force and those of us in the building connected and supported each other through it. Since then, people have volunteered their time to sit in our waiting area as an additional presence in case la migra came back. We were shook, but we were together in it, and continue to be.
As horrible as this was, it wasn’t even the only example of some level of systemic violence and manipulation I witnessed last week. It enrages me to see how hard it is to hold any kind of healing space in this system. We are at a tipping point, and our actions and intentions right now shape the world we will live in.
So, I can’t pretend that Thanksgiving is about generosity and family with a police state forming around us. I want more of the community I experienced and witnessed this past week and less of the fake peace and friendship of manufactured togetherness. There are too many lies to bear even one more. I refuse to lose myself in the gaslighting.
I am here with you. But let us be honest and let us be brave.
There is no Thanksgiving
There is no Black Friday
There is no new iPhone, TV or computer
Without genocide
Without la migra
Without police brutality
Without climate collapse
(Last two slides are a poem I wrote for the Day of Mourning in 2021)
❤️ Adrianna