[Redacted] will host an event that leaves me feeling uneasy. An event that borders on desperation. An event that plays on the desperation of others, actually. And while I want to go into depth about it here, I remain uncertain how safe this public journal is. With that aside, I should like to forget that I mentioned it here.
A couple of years ago, I went to the assistant director with an idea. A shot in the dark, I knew, but something worth exploring. A Book Riot podcast had introduced me to the concept of the Human Library™. I did the research. Several venues across the nation—nay—the world—were hosting their own Human Library events. All with positive feedback, I might add. It wasn’t enough, sadly.
The idea was scrapped and I never brought it up again. I told my friend, who would have been my partner in the venture, to try another venue. The passion for it still burns within me, but the anti-progressive [redacted] wasn’t ready for it.
How am I supposed to feel about this? While it’s not on the same level as the Human Library™, this upcoming event carries the same premise. Two people who would never think of talking to each other are placed in front of the other. Instead of stamping out prejudice—something this country so desperately needs this year as Trump will be inaugurated in a matter of weeks—we’ll be playing some twisted literate cupid.
Am I pissed? You bet your sweet ass I am.