Spring has always been a time of relief and optimism for me, a time when GREEN = GOOD. But this year feels different. Our country’s political upheaval is the spring storm everyone is watching right now. I’m not sure millionaires and billionaires can understand the fears so many people are living with, and the debilitating way these fears are pick-pick-picking away of any sense of wellbeing we had before the past 6 months or so. Let me guzzle another glass of wine, pop a Xanax, and slug down a cup of NyQuil, while I share some of my current fears:
1. Ray and I live on Social Security and a tiny retirement I get from my former teaching position. We still pay a mortgage. If Social Security goes away or is reduced, we are in serious trouble. Like living-under-a-bridge trouble. Or, many older Americans like us will have to move in with our children, 2 or 3 or 4 families in a single family dwelling. I know people are forced to do this now in many other countries; I just never thought that we’d have to do that here, after long careers and retirement. I’m stockpiling blankets and canned beans; I see us in some bizarre WillyWonka’s-grandparents kind of situation.
2. I want my daughter, daughters-in-law, granddaughters, and nieces to own their bodies. I want them to make their own decisions about what happens (or doesn’t) with their own bodies. I want them to be able to get a safe, physician-assisted abortion if they choose to. I want them to be able to safely terminate a high-risk pregnancy or remove a nonviable or dead fetus if they need to.
3. I want science. I want warnings about and solutions for pandemics. I want someone to pull stuff off the market that’s going to kill folks. I want real treatments for obesity, not moralistic “just eat less and exercise more” scolding. I want tested, drinkable water. I want air I can breathe. I want vaccines. I want all the safety czars and air traffic controllers.
4. Please, can the U.S. be welcoming again? Can we give refuge again? Can we give up the “me” for the “we”? I will share what I have. There’s more than enough for everyone. We don’t need to make America rich again. I don’t want the razor wire. I won’t own a gun. Canning tomatoes is the only prepping I’m interested in. We need to make America kind again.
5. I want my trans family member to get whatever medical care they need. I want them to live a long, healthy, productive life in a body they feel is their own and that fits their identity. I want them to live in a world that embraces them with compassion and equality. I want to celebrate the joy of their love at their marvellous kick-arse wedding, even if their colors are pastels. I recently saw a picture of a woman who’s undergone body modification surgeries to look like a bat, including removal of her nose, which she can reattach when she wants…so species-affirming medical care is okay, I guess? Repeated reconstructive surgery to make oneself look perpetually 18 or to raise one’s vampire eyebrows isn’t identity-affirming care?
6. I’m an opinionated woman who does not always (never?) hold back. I’m pretty sure the entire world wants to know just what I think. I’m not sure I’d survive in a country that punishes critical or dissenting speech with firing or deportation, censors or stifles media, bans books, and will not listen to ideas except from a small group of elect. If, one of these days, I’m just not here, you’ll know they finally looked through my phone or Crackbook account.
7. I don’t want to live in a country of white people—I mean, some of us are only just now learning not to be jerk colonists. (Clearly, some of us haven’t even started to learn.) I want to learn about other cultures up close; I want to live among and learn from people of all ethnicities, backgrounds, religions, non-religions, traditions, walks of life; okay, I want real Thai food made by Thai people. I want job opportunities for people with disabilities. And don’t get me started on how much I DON’T want to live in a country ruled by all white MEN. Because fellas, you’ve had your chance, and you fecked it up. Over and over and over. I want diversity. Equality. Inclusion.
8. Japanese beetles stink if you squash them, but they also eat scaly mites on my orchids. There is BALANCE on this planet. If we don’t protect the earth, and the life she harbors (not just stop our willful destruction but reverse the damage we’ve already done) #s 1-7 won’t matter. At that point, you can either buy a ticket on the rocket (the minuscule number of you who can afford it, and only if Elania can fix that pesky explosion thing), or you kiss the whole thing goodbye.
Ray and I lead a pretty cushy life. We’re extraordinarily lucky, I know that. But the constant stress many of us are feeling due to the uncertainty, lack of empathy, downright cruelty, and arbitrariness of the current U.S. administration will take its toll on physical and mental health if it continues. That stress will cause people to turn inward, turn away from each other at best, and to turn on each other at worst. Now imagine if, on top of all that, you ALSO had to worry about finding enough food, shelter, and clean water, being deported, or personal safety for yourself and/or your family.
So yeah, spring should be the glorious season of rebirth and renewal. But this year so far, most of the green is around my gills.
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