I love the seasons, and that’s why I live in the Northeast. In fact I wanted to move further northeast from Washington, DC (where I grew up) for the snow (and I love NYC)— which is puzzling because I really don’t do snow activities. I just like the way it looks. It wasn’t until I had children that I really understood the appeal of living in a warm part of the country. Snowsuits are a nightmare! I was the parent that got everyone bundled up and then stayed inside to watch them play outside in the freezing cold.
I cannot believe what Trump said recently, it is so frightening. He invoked Nazi-era wording in a speech, when he said: "They're poisoning the blood of our country," referring to the record numbers of immigrants coming to the U.S. We have to do everything in our power to keep him from power.
In historian/activist Heather Cox Richardson’s newsletter today, she spoke at length about the Supreme Court’s Clarence Thomas abusing his priviledge as a Justice, taking gifts and vacations from wealthy conservative donors. I am sure you have read about this, but Heather goes into more detail about how these gifts came about and why. Recommended reading.
I hope you are enjoying your Tuesday. See you tomorrow.
Love, love , LOVE the Racism drawing. Things have changed a lot since the '50s and '60s when I was a tyke. Though even back then there was never any racist talk in my family, or in my schools. Still, there was plenty on the news, especially in the Boston area where I lived, especially during the busing problems. I was very ashamed of my neighbors 15 or 20 miles away, who came across as bad as any Southern rednecks would. I can't claim to have always been on the side of justice. I was sort of, and Jack and Bobby Kennedy, though somewhat belatedly, made us proud, especially "us" Roman Catholics, as my family was, and I was myself until I crawled out from under. I didn't even realize I grew up in a structurally racist town (Braintree, also the home town of John Adams, who wrote the Massachusetts constitution that outlawed slavery, the first in the country to do so). But when I lived there, then a town of about 35,000 people, there were only 4 black families. So I had almost no experience of black people, not until I got a job in a Boston insurance company where there were a lot of black people working. I was pleased that they were just like everyone else -- young, reasonably well-educated, and knowledgeable in their jobs. I was pleased that our daughter went to public school in a neighboring town that was about one-third Jewish, one-third black, and one-third other (mostly white). I was present in the classroom one holiday season, when one girl wrote a Chinese holiday greeting on the board, translating an English one already there, and another girl said "I can do that in Hindi," and someone else did it in Hebrew. I was pleased and proud of my little town, though not of my own limited linguistic skills. We're in another racially mixed town at the other end of the state now, and a neighbor and I started an anti-racist non-profit a couple of years ago. It's taking longer than I hoped, but we've done some bits of good along the way so far. A few drops in the ocean.
I'm totally with on snow; it's magical: quiet, mesmerizing. I can stare for hours at snow falling. Love the drawing and caption... its odd that we're not talking more about Trump's mental deterioration.