My friend Renee Christine writes in response to the Supreme Court ruling that the Massachusetts buffer zone around women's clinic facilities is unconstitutional.
I'm really disappointed that the Supreme Court has struck down the buffer zones around abortion clinics. I have volunteered outside of clinics and been threatened, yelled at within an inch of my face, and told that I am a race traitor. They have recorded me and the patients entering the clinic in an attempt to threaten us.
The abortion clinic I went to for my procedure had a BOMBPROOF door. Think about that. A bombproof door for healthcare. The reason we have these laws is because doctors, nurses, and police officers were shot and killed by clinic protesters before we had them. No one should be harassed outside of their healthcare facility, no matter what kind of procedure it is.
No matter how we personally feel about abortion, someone shouldn't be harassed into a crying fit before going in. Someone shouldn't feel so threatened that I have to escort them in through the backdoor out of the protesters' view. You have the right to free speech and dissent from the government, not to shout obscenities, slurs, and hateful remarks at your fellow neighbors.
Not to mention, the Supreme Court has a buffer zone around it.
This San Francisco purveyor of graffiti has it right. When times are bleak -- when country and planet sink under the barely restrained sway of greed, raw power, and fear -- it's time to restate what matters.
I write here to preserve and kindle hope for a national and global turn toward multi-racial, economically egalitarian, gender non-constricting, woman affirming, and peace choosing democracy that preserves the habitability of earth for all. There's a big order -- but what else is there to do but struggle for this? Not much.
Topics range from the minuscule to the transcendent to the global, from dire to delightful. I am not an optimist, but I refuse to allow myself to wallow within the easy bias that everything is going to always be awful. Good also happens; love lives too.
I've been yammering here about activism, politics, history, racism and other occasional horrors and pleasures since 2005. I intend to continue as long as the opportunity exists. In this time, that means activism and chronicling resistance. Perhaps it always has, one way and another.
I'm a progressive political activist who runs trails and climbs mountains whenever any are available. I've had the privilege to work for justice in Central America (Nicaragua and El Salvador), in South Africa, in the fields of California with the United Farmworkers Union, and in the cities and schools of my own country. I'm a Christian of the Episcopalian flavor; we think and argue a lot. For work, I've done a bit of it all: run an old fashioned switch-board; remodeled buildings and poured concrete; edited and published periodicals, reports and books; and organized for electoral campaigns. Will work for justice.