As far as I know, the entirety of my family tree came from elsewhere. England, Ireland. Eastern Europe. To my knowledge, I have no indigenous blood running through my veins. My ancestors came here, to America, seeking refuge, hoping for a better life. And America was that for them - for so many million of us - a place where we are all invited, where we are all free. The Statue of Liberty shining in a harbor, emblematic of that welcoming spirit.
Give me your tired, your poor... your huddled masses yearning to break free.
Today the world was shocked by President Trump's inhumane executive order, which, among other things, banned all people from 7 countries, including Syria, whose citizens were banned indefinitely (and who need our help, desperately).
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me.
President Trump - you do not speak for me when you say "we do not want them there". I have no hate in my heart, no fear in my head. We are all immigrants. I am ashamed that you represent me.
How can this man (and his supporters) claim to be "pro life" and yet anti-refugee? Do they see what will happen to these people? These people are just like our ancestors were, one or two hundred years later. The hypocrisy is both heartbreaking and enraging.
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Monday, January 23, 2017
Much was said this weekend about the unkind words written about Barron Trump at his fathers inauguration. Before I go further, I'd like to state that I believe minor children of elected officials (all minor children, for that matter) should be off limits for analysis or most discussion. You won't hear me speak unkindly about Barron Trump.
What I am frustrated about, however, is two fold. One, the hypocrisy of many people's short memories. First children have been subject to harsh scrutiny for as long as the press has been around. Sasha and Malia Obama were subject to many unkind words (and still are- just last week I read a dozen posts asking where Malia was during her fathers final presidential address). Chelsea Clinton was famously compared to a dog by Rush Limbaugh. Even the Bush Twins felt the heat of the media (although I'd argue that they were neither minors nor innocent parties as much of their negative attention centered around their underage alcohol consumption). Presidential children are in the spotlight, rightfully or wrongfully. This isn't new, and it certainly isn't only when Republicans are in office as some of the commentary I read suggested.
More importantly, it's bothersome to me how quickly we are to jump on this particular brand of bullying- while we ignore other types. President Trump himself mocked an autistic reporter. I wont get in to get in a game of "this bullying is better than this one", but I think we can all agree that mocking someone with disabilities is incredibly low. This is one example, and there are many: the list of people that President Trump has bullied is long and upsetting.
As a society, if we wish to hold each other to a standard of respect, if we declare that we cannot and will not tolerate bullying, we must start at the top and hold President Trump to the same standard.
Saturday, January 21, 2017
I have been incredibly remiss in documenting this pregnancy (in fact, the photo below is a month old)! I can't begin to catch up now, but figure I'd post a few things before this sweetie is born. Here was 33 weeks with JSS, and below are details about 33 weeks with Baby Special 2.0!
Weeks: 33 weeks!
Baby's Size: Baby Special is about 4.5 pounds and 17 inches – my precious little pineapple!
Cravings: None really. Jacob and I ate a pint of strawberries in one day earlier this week :)
How I'm Feeling: DAMN GOOD for 8 months pregnant with a toddler! I've definitely had some heartburn lately which I don't recall having (much) with Jacob. My belly is in the way of tying shoes, or picking J out of his crib. Overall, I'm feeling fantastic (and lucky and grateful). Bring on the 9th month!
Movement: A ton (especially after the aforementioned strawberries :)
My thoughts: Feeling crazy excited to find out if this is another boy or a little girl. I would love for Jacob to have a brother (as I never had a sister!) but I'd also love to have a daughter. It's so nice that I don't get to pick! Whichever God has chosen for us is going to make our family better, I just know it. I'm excited and happy and have very few nerves. Our home is ready and our hearts are ready. (But stay put for a few more weeks, baby!) Baby, you are so loved.
Friday, January 20, 2017
Today Donald Trump becomes president. I have yet to fully wrap my head about it, but I'm not a denier- as a proud American, he IS now my president, like it or not. (And to be clear, I do not. I do not very much). It's a very strange day. A very strange time.
I hope that 4 years from now, that people's lives have gotten better, not worse- in that way I wish him well; I hope his policy changes fail decidedly- in that way I wish him failure.
I will not be watching the inauguration today. I do not have to embrace something to accept it. I will be powering off the TV, closing the browser on CNN and letting my donations do most of the talking today: to Planned Parenthood, to the ACLU, to the Council on American-Islamic Relations. To the NAACP. To NARAL Pro-Choice America. To RAINN.
President Trump, I am angry. I’m angry and I’m frustrated and I’m disappointed in you already. If I have any hope in you at all, then it’s just that you begin giving the sacred office the respect and honor that it deserves.