Showing posts with label #gun violence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #gun violence. Show all posts

Friday, July 07, 2023

Judy’s list

 


The red, white, and blue.
May it proudly wave over freedom for ages to come.

I am about to rant, so if you want to skip this post, please feel free. As a graduate and former staff member at TCU, a private university, I was dismayed to read that right-wing sources are attacking the university for a class on the history of drag. Texas has passed a censorship law forbidding such topics in public schools (likely unconstitutional), but extremists want to go beyond that. The issue speaks to me of the culture problems in our society.

In a world that is warming so rapidly scientists are alarmed (and Texans are hot!), in a country that averages more than one mass shooting a day, where women are dying because proper gynecological medical care is denied them, politicians and influencers are focused on banning books and outlawing drag shows, silencing drag queens who do a public service by reading to children, muzzing teachers who might teach CRT (which they don’t and nobody understands). Could we please get our priorities straight?

I don’t think it’s enough to urge people to vote blue. Clearly, candidates like Ron DeSantis and Donald Trump not only a march toward authoritarian rule, where our voices would be silnced, but represent the opposite of the traditional Republican Party. Instead of small government and fiscal conservatism, they are reaching into all areas of our private lives, their intrusion cloaked in the name of morality and justified by distorted references to Christianity (which is NOT the founding religion of our country—sorry Josh Hawley!). Fiscal conservatism has turned into conserving money for the very rich and letting middle- and lower-class families be damned to poverty.

Democracy is a participatory form of government. We are told every voice counts. Conventional wisdom suggests that if eligible Texan voted, we could turn Texas blue and get rid of Greg Abbott, the mean little despot. Or take the Colorado district where Lauren Boebbert won by less than 500 votes and is again being challenged by Adam Frisch—that race proves that each vote counts. So I am more than weary of my friends, educated and liberal, who can’t be bothered with politics. Their excuses include, “I’m not interested,” or “It makes me uncomfortable” or “I have better things to do than keep up.” None of these, to me, hold water.

Here's what you can and should do: 1) Write to your representatives—local, state, and federal. Concerned about the ban on gender medical care? Let officials know, even if you feel like a voice crying in the wilderness. 2) be active in campaigning for candidates you support—walk the block if you are able, man a telephone bank, hold small group meet-ups in your home—be active; 3) attend open meetings, candidate fund raisers (you can attend without giving a hundred dollars), and sessions of the political party of your choice; 4) support candidates financially.

If I were a rich man (hat tip to Tevye), I’d give a thousand dollars right away to several candidates now in the running, mostly for the US Senate. As it is, I send much smaller amounts here and there when a candidate says or does something that catches my eye. I have a list of those I support: Jacky Rosen of Nevada, Jon Tester of Montana, Colin Allred of Texas, Bob Casey of Pennsylvania, Sherrod Brown of Ohio, Ruben Gallego of Arizona. I support both Katie Porter and Adam Schiff and am dismayed that they are running against each other—we need both in our national government, because they are experts on widely differing issues.

I could rant on about why I support President Biden and Bidenomics and the many things that are wrong with the fearmongers and moral police of the right, but you can read that daily in the paper and on social media. Later, I may write about my feelings as an author about book censorship or my feelings as a woman and an adoptive  mother about abortion, but today my plea is please, please don’t be passive. Take part in your government, make your voice heard.

Rant over—but probably only temporarily.

Wednesday, May 17, 2023

A strange sort of a day

 



Tonight a friend was coming for happy hour at five. He emailed this morning to confirm, and I wrote back that I would have the gate open and a snack ready. So at quarter to, I put out smoked salmon, cream cheese, and crackers. Jordan poured me a glass of wine, and I fiddled at my computer while I waited. Five-fifteen, five-thirty—nothing. At quarter of six I decided something must have come up, he wasn’t coming, and I put the food away—just as he walked up the driveway. Then we both fell all over each other apologizing—he insists that I said six when I confirmed. I can’t imagine that because I know he gets off work at TCU at five, and it’s two minutes from here. I may have made a typo, but I can’t find the email to find out. At any rate, we had a good visit about books and TCU and restaurants.

Christian had thought to join us, but Jacob’s car died in the high school parking lot today, so it was towed to the house and carefully backed into the driveway, with the tow truck driver holding the battery in place, so Christian could install a new battery. When James left, about seven fifteen, he, Jordan, and Christian had a good driveway visit. And I had a salmon and cream cheese sandwich for supper.

Today I finally cleared up the last of the busy-ness details that had burdened me this week. Got my Origins (cosmetics) account straightened out and was able to place an order. But it took three chat sessions over three days, which I consider a chunk of my time. Those chat options are great for me because when I get a tech in Indonesia, I can’t understand her or him, but the chat moves slowly and does take time. And often it’s over such silly small matters. But I feel good that by mid-week, I have those niggling little items off my desk and calendar.

A few days ago I wrote about my renewed conversation with the older sister of one of my best friends growing up—and mostly with the sister’s daughter. You may remember I sent them a manuscript titled, “I Wish I Lived at Eleanor Lee’s House.” Today, Leslie, the daughter, sent me a PDF of faded newspaper clippings about the daycare program Elizabeth, Eleanor Lee’s older sister, established in their back yard when she was twelve, and Eleanor Lee and I were probably eight or nine. I remember it well—they had maybe ten or twelve neighborhood kids, fed them snacks (probably Kool-Aid, yuck!), and played games with them. One summer my mother was gone a lot—her sister was dying—and I spent my days helping with the daycare children. We were all impressed that it made the newspaper, probably the Chicago Tribune, because the Harrisons were conservative. The Tribune was not allowed in my liberal household; we read the Chicago Sun-Times.

Those clippings triggered another memory. Liz and Eleanor Lee used to go around the neighborhood after Christmas, dragging home every discarded Christmas tree they could find. This was in the days before artificial trees so there were lots. They stashed them all in the backyard and made a forest. Great for playing hide-and-seek—until the fire department got wind of it and cleared out the forest as a fire hazard, which it really was. But you can see why I wanted to live at Eleanor Lee’s house! No such excitement at my house.

Today, as almost every day, I don’t know whether to weep or celebrate when I read the news. But today there are several disturbing developments—Ron DeSantis has absolutely gutted education, particularly higher education, in Florida. Public universities cannot teach DEI, nor anything that reflects a biased history, racism, etc. He even gets specifics about what pronouns are to be used, though I don’t see how he can enforce that. I hope the ACLU hops on this quickly. Many students at public universities in that state are people of color who cannot afford private or out-of-state schools, so they are being robbed of their only chance at a broad, liberal education which will help them advance in the world. And we will have a generation of people so uneducated that they are not qualified to be leaders in government, industry, health care, all the fields vital to advancing America. It is classic dictator tactics.

In Texas the gun news continues to be horrifying. You probably have heard of the Sonic employee killed in Keene, south of Fort Worth. A thirty-some-year-old man took a leak in the back of the Sonic parking lot. When the employee went out to talk to him, a twelve-year-old boy in the man's car grabbed an AR-15 which just happened to be handy and blew the Sonic employee away. Dear Governor Abbott: that is not a mental health problem; it is a problem of the availability of an assault weapon. I am not sure what the answer is, where we will find a solution, but I know that something like eighty-seven percent of Americans want better gun control. We do not have to live like this. And I am ashamed that Texas leads the way in killings.

On that note, be safe, everyone. And do whatever you can to protest. I’m thinking hard and long about it.