Recently I’ve been purging the heaps of things I’ve acquired over the decades as an uncommon lack of sentimental attachment has engulfed me. It’s a bit unnerving to watch myself unceremoniously pitch items I felt I had to keep just 6 months ago.
Along with this style of purging is a related one that started it all. As folks whose talents I once admired have either shown themselves to racist trans-and-homophobic fucks, or have had their abuse of students for ages come to light I’m left with what to do with things I’d purchased in the past.
It doesn’t feel right to gift, swap, or donate them so in the bin they go. I recently pitched artworks and an oracle deck from one such person. Next to go is a handful of “wise woman” herbal books from an abusive elder.
Purging items born in a hateful person doesn’t feel wrong at all. No glory, recommendation, or exposure to those who not only sit idly by while the marginalized among us are stripped of their rights, but cheer on and uphold the systems of inequality.
Rubbish to rubbish, so say we all.