I will never say #NotMyPresident.
I understand the sentiment but do not embrace it.
I won’t say it because Donald J Trump IS my President.
I am a citizen of this great nation, and as such, this nation and its President belong to me.
That is why I will march.
Because I must join the voices of others to say racism is not acceptable, misogyny is not acceptable, the war against public education is not acceptable, vulgarity is not acceptable, bullying those who disagree with you is not acceptable, defunding Planned Parenthood is not acceptable, calling the media dishonest because they write and say things you don’t agree with is not acceptable, treating others as less than is not acceptable.
I do not march against my President.
I march against the ugliness unleashed by his words. I march against those who have embraced his nationalist speech and added white supremacy. I march against the idea that separation of church and state is a suggestion not a constitutional mandate. I march because we sit on the brink of returning to the age of back alley butchers performing abortions.
I march for my Muslim friends. I march for those terrified that they will be sent back to Mexico because they gave the government their names when the Dream Act started. I march because climate change is real. I march because deregulation leads to corruption like the housing crisis where so many lost their homes. I march because I shouldn’t have to carry my birth certificate to use the bathroom. I march because creationism doesn’t belong in a science textbook. I march because facts are facts. So yes, I will march.
I will do so in peaceful protest against policy and speech, but I do not march against the man.
I march because the constitution says congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
I march because I must.
Teachers, if you don’t speak up, if you don’t make your voices heard, if you don’t do the research to prove the government wrong on their arguments for making these drastic cuts, YOU are the problem.
We’re a non-union state, and there’s nothing wrong with that. BUT that doesn’t mean you have no voice.
Write your letters today. Make your phone calls. Learn the truths about what government officials are saying, and know the real answers. Make sure your parents know this isn’t a teacher issue. It’s a PUBLIC EDUCATION DISASTER.
Check out Huffington Post’s education page for story after story after story to help you form your arguments.
Yes, we’re in a depressed economy. But we shouldn’t fix that problem, created by the Texas state government in 2006, by killing public schools.
Speak up now. It’s almost too late.
Another night of writing. I wrote a scene I’m unsure of tonight. I like the way it played out, but I’m not sure I like it in the overall book scheme. Definitely feeling like this is the pre-write instead of the real thing.
That’s a different way of doing things.
I don’t feel like I got to my voice tonight.
It’s a busy week, but I’m determined to write every night.
Thursday: Teacher of the Year Banquet
Friday & Saturday: Regionals.
It can be done.
Goodreads.com has a section of author quotes. I love it because I can learn so much just by studying these bits of dialogue.
“”I don’t love you anymore”, she whispered. “I don’t love you at all.” His throat closed. “It’s all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.””
“She threw up her hands. “All right. Why not?”
His arms fell to his sides. “That’s it? I pour my heart out. I love you so much I’ve got freakin’ tears in my eyes. And all I get in return is ‘Why not’?”
“What did you expect? Am I supposed to fall all over you just because you’ve finally come to your senses?”
“Would it be too much to ask?”…He’d begun to glare at her again, his eyes growing stormier by the minute.”When do you think you might be ready? To fall all over me, that is.””
— Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Breathing Room)