I took a course in political science in college during the first go-round, back in the seventies. I don’t remember the name of the instructor. I have no clue what grade I made. I remember one thing. Well, two, if you count that there was a cute guy that sat behind me. The instructor said that Democrats started policies, and Republicans didn’t.
I have had zero interest in politics until I met Sugar. I’d never had time for politics. I was working and exhausted and raising children and trying to maintain a home life with a man who was slipping further and further into mental illness. I had the luxury of being a white middle class woman.
I’ve become more and more interested in political dynamics over the last 15 years. I was slightly interested in high school and college, but never to the extent that I was outspoken. The politics of my life seemed to show that if you were popular, you got elected. I wasn’t a popular sort.
I’m not here to state anything that you probably don’t know. I’ve followed the disturbing trend that showed more and more white males abuse their white maleness.
The turning point for me was the election in Alabama between Roy Moore and Doug Jones for Jeff Sessions’s vacated Senate seat. I wouldn’t have known anything about Roy Moore except for the fact that I was reading Mark Childress’s book “Georgia Bottoms”, and Moore was mentioned in it in a not-so-flattering light.
On Election Night I watched the race online, and screenshot the end.
You have a pretty good idea that I am not a fan of President 45. This statement is a far cry from my former self who made comments like “I support the President”, no matter who the president was.
So there it is. I don’t want my family in the years to come to say that they didn’t know who I was or what I believed.
My daughter called me yesterday morning after her morning devotional to ask a question: what shows love to you? My short version is that love means action.
Words mean nothing if not accompanied by action. Sometimes actions begin with words. But action is the manifestation of love. You can give me a pair of diamond earrings or a diamond necklace for Christmas so that you can tell your family what you bought for me, then not allow me to wear those things because I could “lose them”, because they are actually too valuable for a person like me to wear, and continue to act like you are the only person of value in your world, and those are not actions of love. You know the difference.
Actions have consequences. And my words here today are that I will act to resist the politicians and the people that are harmful to the earth and everything in her best interest.
45 flew to France for the centennial ceremony for the ending of WWI, but he decided to cancel going to the ceremony because it was raining. My grandfather was in France in 1918. I am ashamed that 45 shamed himself and our country on the world stage yet again. Actions. They mean love. Trump only has love for himself.