Planting Seeds of Resistance: Reflections on January 6th

By: Sabrina Reynolds

It would be a lie to say I confidently, accurately, and openly can write about my perspective as a 42-year-old European American woman on January 6th, 2021. My memories have no clear and consistent timeline, and so much was happening—personally, locally, and nationally. It still is today. Looking back, I realize I absolutely did not seriously engage with politics until a teacher strike when my children were in grade school. The teachers chanted, "Scott Walker is a job killer," and that’s when I realized politics directly impacted my life closely. I felt completely unprepared and overwhelmed.

In 2016, I was in therapy, learning about narcissism. The 2016 election felt like a clash of narcissists. While considering myself a feminist at the time, I didn't fully grasp the in-depth systemic nature of racism or white supremacy. I registered to vote but didn't go, feeling overwhelmed and ashamed of my political apathy.

By winter 2019, things were dire. My living situation was a mess, my van was broken down, and I was struggling with mental and physical health. The constant barrage of misinformation from Trump supporters was exhausting and absolutely isolating. No matter what I tried, I could not seem to get any break from it.

On January 6th, 2021, while hearing the news about the attack on the Capitol, I was horrified but not entirely surprised. The warning signs had been there. I felt angry and judgmental, but also deeply aware of my own potential for blind spots. I realized that while I might have seen the warning signs, it didn't make me inherently better than anyone else. People have the right to make their own choices, and it's not my responsibility to "save" them.

Overall, I was afraid and confused. Even now, I struggle to understand how exactly violent mobs, riots, and the spread of misinformation begin. Is there truly a way to prevent it? It seems like we're constantly fighting the same battles. I'm not confident that we can stop this wave of further oppression, especially with another Trump presidency.

I've learned that the caste system, particularly white supremacy and the legacy of colonialism, plays a significant role in these issues. However, I struggle to find common ground with others to organize and take action. For now, all I can do is "plant seeds"—continue to educate myself and engage in small acts of resistance. My hope for many others to join us in this effort is desperate.