Women’s March 2018

I felt exceptionally down last week in light of the lack of resolution for DACA recipients and the news that the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services is setting up a new division that will only further increase the discrimination that LGBT people face. Maybe I’m wrong, but it seems to me that you enter the health profession to help people. Not certain people who live like you do, but people. All people. This sentence makes me ill: “No one should be forced to choose between helping sick people and living by one’s deepest moral or religious convictions, and the new division will help guarantee that victims of unlawful discrimination find justice.” If your morals as healthcare provider include your right to refuse care to the sick, then that is completely immoral in my book. Choose a different field.

It truly makes no sense to me. I would feel equal outrage if they decided that educators could turn away certain students based on values and morals. I know plenty of people who would say that their values would prohibit them from serving the children of LGBT couples, children of mixed race, or the children of parents who are the beneficiaries of entitlement programs. I don’t understand the difference between refusing to serve LGBT individuals and refusing service to people of a specific race. I’m sure the basis of that is my belief that we don’t chose our sexuality and that it is truly a spectrum, but WHY ARE YOU IN THE MEDICAL FIELD IF YOU AREN’T WILLING TO HELP PEOPLE??? No one is forcing you to perform abortions.
Image result for ugh gifI tried to change my attitude on Saturday for the march, but I was still simmering in anger. I don’t feel much hope for how we move forward as a united country. I absolutely cannot understand the other side and they absolutely cannot understand me. Late last week a lot of people were responding to the story that Border Patrol agents were caught on camera destroying water supplies left for migrants by humanitarian groups. This post pretty much sums up how most of my social media felt about it:
I do not support entering a country without the proper authorization and I am not advocating for open borders, but I also understand the absolute distress and desperation that forces people to migrate without documentation. I’ve been called delusion, out of touch, and unrealistic, but I understand this desperation because I am an actual human who has empathy for other humans.

I completely understand the issues that people have with immigration, but you would really rather people die in the desert then have access to water? And the answer for a lot of people I know is “yes.” I am having a hard time dealing with the complete and total lack of empathy for what would force someone to break laws for the sake of safety. I work with so many people who are or were undocumented, and it is so hard for me to understand the hate for them. What lengths would you go to get your family to safety and keep them for starving? We are talking about actual people here.

I’m also angry at how many people have said they had low expectations of him, and now that he has barely exceeded them, then they are pleased. Really? You’re talking about the leader of our country and you’re perfectly satisfied that he has exceeded the lowest bar imaginable?

Needless to say, I started Saturday off with a piss poor attitude. I feel like I’m living in the prequel to the Handmaid’s Tale most days and I am not pleased.I also thought the march started at 9 am (which is what the website said), but it didn’t start until 11. So, Heather and I stood around for three hours before we actually got moving which didn’t help my sense of cheer. This year’s march in Sacramento had an estimated 16,000 more than last year’s so that was exciting. Because Heather and I arrived so early, we thought we were there on the wrong day or that no one was coming because there was a not a soul to be found for blocks. Thankfully, as it neared 11, the crowd grew to a massive size.

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I enjoyed the march, but I felt a lot more despair than I did last year. I was hopeful last year that some of these promises wouldn’t come to pass, but you sure can’t say that Trump isn’t doing his best to deliver to his base. It was nice to be out in a crowd of people who want better (in terms of the treatment and opportunities for people in this country), but I still felt joyless during it. On a slightly hopeful note, there are a record number of women running for office for the first time in 2018. I have to remind myself that change takes times. Take my money, ladies!

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