“The safety pin is a variation of the regular pin which includes a simple spring mechanism and a clasp. The clasp serves two purposes: to form a closed loop thereby properly fastening the pin to whatever it is applied to, and to cover the end of the pin to protect the user from the sharp point.”
Begun in the UK in reaction to the increase in discriminatory behavior against immigrants and other minorities after Brexit, the wearing of the safety pin is a signal to those who are most vulnerable that the wearer of the pin is a safe person to sit with, talk to, be around. The wearer of the pin is a “safe” ally, a “safe space.”
Today, I fastened a pin to my sweater and a pin to my coat, because it was a layering sort of day, and because, being a seamstress, I have all the pins. It’s a simple gesture, but one I plan on doing for as long as necessary, until we find a way to come together as a country, as a world, as the human race. My little pin will let others know that I am an ally, their “safe space,” and I will “fasten” them with love and light whenever they need it.
My little pin sits close to my heart, a simple reminder to be kind. To be compassionate. To listen. To empathize. To connect. To bring peace whenever possible. To protect others from the sharp sting of hatred and bigotry.
Maybe in my lifetime, my little pin will go back to holding up the strap of a dress. But only when it’s no longer needed to help hold someone together with love.
Have courage. And be kind.
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