I originally posted this blog in 2018, our first time around with a man hellbent on dismantling everything decent about our country. As unfathomable as it is, our lives are far worse in his second term, in terms of, well everything sane and productive and healthy. In the ten years since Kaepernick knelt and the NFL subsequently blackballed him, the questions his protest raised have not gone away. And while I feel powerless to halt the downward spiral of what might be called white nationalism (but that is just being polite because we can all see it is clearly racism and xenophobia and a clinging to old power structures that have excluded everyone who is not a white Christian male), I derive a glimmering hope from those who keep on fighting the good but perilous fight. Hope you do too.
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resistance
It was the early 1970’s. We were all angry. About the war and the draft, about gender inequity that stalled every woman’s career, about the gas lines due to the oil crisis in the middle east, about the crippling inflation, about having to wear ties or bras. We grew our hair long, listened to album length tracks, questioned those in authority, forced a resignation from a corrupt President, and sat out in student strikes all across this great nation. Resistance happened from family’s living room to the illustrious Senate chamber. My own father, who worked his way up from the floor boards of poverty now faced a mob every night at dinner with his teenagers questioning his authority, his decisions, his motives, even his tomorrow. Thankfully for us under his care he came to value our resistance. Not easily. It meant he had to listen. Temper his own self. See the big picture. Thankfully he too questioned. Sought truth. Read the newspapers. Listened to other’s opinions. Remembered history. Understood the value of debate. Where is that America? Where is the freedom of speech we wave about when we think it will benefit us? Anger we have, but can we let the dissident voices ring?
