And so it begins

I’ve been considering doing a blog for some time. The events of the last week have given me the impetus to finally commit to a blog. Please excuse the site errors as I’m finding it challenging to make the site look pretty.

In this rapidly changing political environment I’ve decided I can only focus my blogging efforts on a few of the many troubling issues facing all of us. I will be focusing on women’s reproductive health, ending rape culture, and the rights of immigrants, refugees, and non-citizens. It does not mean that I do not care about other issues; it just means that I need to narrow my efforts at this time in order to be able to function in my real life.

What is currently making me happy? I think it’s good to look at this every day. I went to the Women’s March on Omaha, and I was energized and encouraged by the number of men, women, and children at the march. I was especially happy to see so many young men and women at the march. It reaffirms my belief that most of us are good people and really do care about what is happening in our world.

In a trip to the grocery store earlier today I saw very diverse people chatting, buying groceries, and generally going about their lives peacefully. There was sushi available  to purchase (thank you Russ’s Market), as well as other types of ethnic foods. No one was calling their fellow shoppers vile names or asking for their citizenship or identification papers. We were all just living our lives, respecting each other, and minding our own business.

So what concerns me? Frankly, almost everything else. I feel as “crazy as a tick”; thank you C.J. Box (In Plain Sight) for that term. If I were younger, I might be joining The Betsy Riot. After all, I belonged to a subversive organization in college (fellow members, you know who you are). For now, I plan to blog, protest, write letters to my elected representatives (whether they want to hear from me or not, and I think they do not want to hear from me because I am not happy with most of them), call my elected representatives, write letters to the editor of our local paper, and donate money to Planned Parenthood of the Heartland, ACLU of Nebraska, and Voices of Hope.

I live a privileged life. I have health insurance; I have a job; I have a very good education; I have friends; I have family who are all safe and also live privileged lives; I am a natural born U.S. citizen (which means I could be President); and I live in a safe neighborhood in a safe community.

However, I do not take any of these things for granted. My grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, and their families were the victims, and I do mean victims, of Executive Order 9066. Yes, the same type of Executive Order being signed at an unprecedented rate by our current President. Although my grandparents and parents were not interned, a polite euphemism for imprisoned, they were the subjects of this order. My aunts and uncles and their families were interned. If you cannot leave and there are guards with guns preventing you from leaving, you are imprisoned.

I have never said this out loud, much less written this, before today – I went to law school because I wanted to make sure this could never happen to my family and loved ones again. And as we are seeing, it is the lawyers who will protect all of us during this troubled time.

And most importantly, I am angry. I am angry that we have learned nothing from our past mistakes as a country. I am angry 24/7.

Future generations will look back at this point in time and ask, why didn’t people do anything? Why didn’t they do more? And how will you answer that question?

So I ask you all, what will you do today?



Author: bachigirl

I am a lawyer, a knitter, a crocheter, a neophyte weaver, a very mediocre golfer, a native Nebraskan, and a reader.

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