So you want to make it even more political? C’mon. Let’s do it.
Tomorrow, Saturday, is the 32nd anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision. There’s a big ole march planned by the anti-choice contingent, and the march for choice is a response to that. Monica’s coming up from LA, and we’ll be wearing our Knitters Against Bush shirts.
Hey! It just hit me! I’m thirty-two. (You would have thought that would have hit me a little sooner, huh?) That’s how long women have been able to make choices regarding reproduction, and honey, that ain’t long. I’m sure glad Mom chose to carry me to full term (although doing the math, I realize that she HAD to), but I support her right to have made a different decision. Safely. There would have been quite a bit fewer sweaters in the world, however, and that would have been a sad thing….
Honestly? I’m a wee bit worried about the march. I’ve never worried about my safety during peace marches — while some people stayed home, worried about terrorists, I always knew the Scary People With Scary Weapons didn’t care too much about peaceniks carrying signs on their shoulders and kids on their hips.
But anti-choicers? Dude. Now there are some terrorists. And they (some of them, by no means all) hate people like me. Pro-choicers don’t shoot or bomb. Pro-lifers do. And we’re going head to head in SF streets, in two separate marches. That’s a lot of vitriol in one space.
I’ll have my knitting. And my yelling voice. Women’s rights — they WILL be the next thing to go if we don’t take action. Pray for peace and act for justice.
Whew. Back to your regularly scheduled pabulum next week, but the serious shit’ll hang around a couple of days, kay? Still, MWAH!
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