Pink composition book.
Pink water bottles.
Today, i felt their presence. All around that dusty, barren, devoid of hope, unpromising campus, i saw them. I drew from their support, drew from their strength, drew from their subversive rebellion.
Pink Mondays started out as half a dozen of us in the Education department color-coordinating our clothes so that we would all match the pink wig i wore one day a week … the wig that i wore to raise awareness about breast cancer … the wig that Admin approved and then banned two weeks later. Now, in just under two months, our clan-of-six has spread not only throughout our own department, but also expanded across the facility to include corrections officers, sergeants, security, and recreation staff. To go through my 8-hour-day at a place that makes me sick to my stomach to even be there now and see so many employees giving me subtle, nonverbal encouragement to keep fighting is just … inspirational. Today, i was truly inspired.