About wearing safety pins... One, because I care. Two, because I share.
It's a gesture. It's a symbol. It's a reminder. It's a message. And I will not take it off or feel embarrassed to wear a safety pin. I have lived all of my life with people who have sought to repress me, pigeonhole me, bully me, harass me, deny me my rights, physically and verbally abuse me for my ethnicity and gender. And I have stood up for others, intervened in fights, called out individuals for their abuses, sheltered and fed people in need, listened, learned, and cared... in my heart, in my thoughts, with my choices, with my hands. I do not "feel guilty." I feel resolved. I do not "feel bad." I feel engaged. I am not wearing a safety pin as a "symbol of my privilege." I wear it to bolster my heart, to remind me to remain courageous, to symbolize my meek but earnest hope to carry on as a kind, caring, actively engaged citizen who is empathetic, and willing to try for good.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.