Watching Hillary Rodham Clinton stand up and defend women’s right to choose in-front of her nation, and to some extent the entire world, was one of the most powerful moments for me this US election. That she did so in-front of a man who was clamoring for the power to punish women for having abortions made this a defining moment in my living history.
When I come to white progressive liberal spaces like my feed on Facebook, I hear mostly fantasy politics. I hear all the reborn third-party advocates who get to debate and philosophize about a better tomorrow, while basking in the luxury of completely being able to ignore what is being asked of them today. Those […]
I will remember the ones who took the time and energy to stand up and defend Women, Muslims, Latinx, LGBT and African Americans from direct attack – not from attack from ill-thought out policy or shifty back room behavior of which every single politician is guilty because it is systemic, not from attack that is a child ignorance from all the hard facts that lay on the table, but from direct and explicit attack made right in front of their face. Seeing people who brush off the direct persecution of minorities made explicit by not just the leader but by his supporters, lets me know who will never have my back. I will remember those who will not put minorities further at risk, and I will remember who turned their face or ones who just put the tin foil hat on even tighter – something that is easy to do when you literally have no skin in the game.
So projection writ large – the guy who accuses Mexicans of being rapist and worried about transgender people groping others in bathrooms brags about doing exactly the same thing; however, not just in the cramped stalls of public restrooms but anywhere he pleases because, after-all, he is a rich and powerful man.