Pierre Musa

Don't speak up now.

It's time again. The cosy kids awake from their deep slumber and get into fight mode. Someone had poked them with a stick. When I say cosy kids, I refer to people like those I went to school with. Upper middle-class white, academically educated, able-bodied, mostly catholic, cis-het kids that enjoyed safety, warmth and food growing up. Whoever ticks all the boxes arguably has it quite cosy. Cosy enough to make it easy for them to understand this worlds brutality, its injustices and pain as far-away issues that do not relate to them. Maybe, for some, even cosy enough to understand themselves, however unconsciously, as superior to others.