Since having children I’ve been hiding from politics. Its too dirty. Too exhausting. Too overwhelming. This political climate in particular – has actually made me – a strongly opinionated and vocal person – shut down. It’s just been too much. Our environment has taken a hit. America in the global community has taken a hit. Women’s rights and advancements have taken a hit. And I didn’t speak up. I needed someone else to carry that weight. I didn’t have it in me this round. I knew, assumed, someone else would. Even knowing the severe implications this would have on life as we know it for generations and likely centuries to come – I did nothing.
But I cannot hide anymore. What is happening right now. On American soil does not have a word to describe it. It is devastatingly atrocious.
This is not the land of the free and the home of the brave.
I cannot sit idly by any longer. No, I will not, cannot listen to the cries of these children. That will immobilize me. I can hear them in my head. In my heart. I know what my children sound like when I leave them at school. I cannot fathom what cries from true separation sounds like. I cannot listen. But I can do something.
I can call my Senators.
I can donate.
I can ask you to help.
I can ask what you’re doing and how I can help.
What charities can we donate to?
Are children being fostered? How do we learn more?
Does someone have a script to call our elected officials?
Who do we vote for in the midterms?
How can I – and anyone else who is ready to rise up – step up, today.
We cannot do nothing. This has happened before and the consequences of silence were devastating.
We must. I must. You must. Take action.
These are not summer camps you fucking assholes. This is not politics. This is life. Human life. Children. Helpless children. You, however, are scum of the earth and this is not one we will let slide. This one is not negotiable. You will lose.
“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.”
When our Grandchildren ask us about this awful time.
What will you tell them you did?
