Here, on the crest of Mother’s Day I am wrestling with the party of anti-life. Yes, the GOP may claim differently, but there is no evidence to support that they are pro anyone’s life. They shouted down and voted No to the Affordable Care Act, no to a living wage for a revised Minimum Wages Act, no to paid Family Leave for new parents, no to Federal Child Care funding once the baby arrives, no to any and all Gun Control measures that might protect, in fact a BIG NO to protecting and assisting our Queer youth, those most vulnerable to violence and mental health issues, which leaves me with nothing but distain for their pro-life moniker. They are pro death penalty, pro conceal and carry, pro book banning, pro protecting the interests of the rich. We have mountains of evidence to show exactly where they care. They have stacked the courts, from district judges to those who sit for life, in order to end the Right for Women to Choose, as well as fill school boards to carry out their Handmaid’s Tale vision of this dystopian and antiquated America. They might end legal abortion, but they will not end the privilege their daughters will receive if they want one. This is, as most Grand Old Party issues, about keeping the poor even poorer. That is a win win for those in control. And it is only a first step. Make no mistake they are coming for every freedom you gained while a Democrat lived in the White House. They mean to push our lives down as far as they need to lift themselves up.
But enough of that tonight, fuck those robed assholes. Let’s celebrate the mothers, especially the ones who managed despite the odds. Let’s cheer those who rose up like a phoenix to prove all the doubters wrong. Those badass mommas who didn’t run away but stayed around for the fight. Like me. They didn’t win over us, did they? Read on!
I don’t spend my days listening to fringe news or scouring YouTube to follow the latest conspiracy down into the void, perhaps that is because I am busy encouraging young people to read slowly and carefully and respond in a way that shows their own well-developed reasoning, but even if I wasn’t, I’d like to think I would spend my energy in innovative adaptions to our new COVID 19 reality. There are days when I wonder who has the nerve to grab their military weapons and take to the street with dangerous demands, and on those days I remember the audacity of white privilege and the lengths it will take someone, and then I remember this is not the case for black men who are hunted without penalty, and then I remember still, oh yeah, I’ve got a job to do, so I go back to thinking of my students…
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