Skip to main content

A Sad Irony

Tonight, I did something I almost never do. For about 90 seconds, I turned on the national evening news. I watched. I took it in. I took a deep breath and let out the world’s heaviest sigh. And then I turned it off. I just can’t look anymore. I can’t watch. I feel horrible and useless that I’ve become so disheartened with the current trajectory or lack thereof by our leaders, that I just shut the whole damn thing off. I shut me off. I almost can’t stand to think and feel about how really screwed up its all becoming.

Just in case you were smarter than me and decided not to watch the news tonight or read any news today online or otherwise, you might have missed the Supreme Court’s decision. They effectively decided to do away with key pieces of the now landmark 1965 Voting Rights Act. It’s all very complicated and murky to dissect but effectively, there was an old formula that determined that certain local municipalities and cities had to receive “preclearance” from the federal government before they made any changes to their voting regulations. This could include anything from redistricting to the requirement of specific kinds of picture IDs or literacy tests before voting: specifically, regulations that might disenfranchise one particular group and therefore taint the vote in that district[1].
The judges ruled that the formula itself was outdated and therefore it made no sense to give the federal government the right to review the voting regulations in districts selected by said outdated formula. The districts who brought the suit to the court see this as a win because they argue that their towns in the deep south and other formerly highly segregated areas are not what they used to be: that they should receive equal treatment from the government to reflect this progress.  But in her dissenting opinion, Justice Ginsburg wrote this telling statement: “The sad irony of today’s decision lies in (the court’s) utter failure to grasp why (the law) has proven effective.”

Ginsburg’s words ring in my ears: a sad irony indeed. It brought to mind another piece of critical legislation that we once had in place, and then did away with: the Federal Assault Weapons Ban of 1994. The law prohibited the manufacturing of assault weapons for civilian use. It was a 10 year bill that passed with a sunset provision meaning that if Congress failed to reauthorize it in 2004, the law would simply expire[2]. And so it did. At the time when the bill first passed, Adam Lanza was 2 years old. When Congress failed to renew it, he was 12. Which made it that much easier for him to enter Sandy Hook Elementary School and kill 26 people, getting off 154 shots in under 5 minutes[3]. Had Congress acted to reauthorize the ban once in place just 8 years earlier, it would have been impossible for him to do what he did in the time that he did it. The children killed in Sandy Hook were primarily between the ages of 6 and 7. Most of them had never lived in world where such a ban existed. Ginsburg’s words ring in my head again: a sad irony indeed.
And I just keep looking at my kids, at your kids, and thinking, what are we doing? Seriously, what the fuck are we doing? How are we possibly fucking this up so badly?

Not only are we unable to get new, important stuff done well. But the stuff that was working for us – the stuff that ensured voting rights for all and safety from assault weapons, we are unraveling that too. And I’m just scratching my head and thinking, how is this possible?
How am I possibly raising my children amongst a generation of parents who micro-manage and analyze every single moment of our children’s lives from the level of toxicity in their Doritos to baby wearing and cloth diapers, or not cloth diapers or lots of television or no television - and what the hell? Why does it even matter? Because one day they are going to wake up and realize that while we were obsessively micromanaging this tiny little shit, their future world was literally crumbling around them while we sweated the details. And they are going to look at me and say what the fuck? Why didn’t you rise up and stop this madness? And I have no idea what I’m going to say.

You know what? I don’t give a fuck about Edward Snowden. Or what he knows or doesn’t. Or even what the NSA does or doesn’t know about me or my emails. Maybe they are spending their precious moments monitoring my TMZ usage. It doesn’t even matter. Because we are all sweating the wrong stuff here. We worry about terrorists and the safety of our planes. Shoes are still a threat. But you know those laws that stopped you from bringing small knives and every piece of technological shit ever created and using it on a plane? You know how that used to exist? Well pack up your tiny knives and fire up your laptop before hopping on that flight – those laws are gone too.
What the fuck? How are we this bad at this? In my mind, the 80s were a glorious time and place where we all wore neon clothing and danced to Whitney Houston and everything was just happy. And it actually wasn’t but sadly, the trajectory of this country felt more hopeful than it does now. Did you even know that right now millions of young people are out of work? To be more exact, more than 8 million young folks between the ages of 20 and 24 are unemployed[4]. But is America talking about that? Not really, let’s just try to undo some more useful shit that already exists or do something really productive like stop people from getting married because THAT WILL MAKE AMERICA BETTER.

Seriously, I’m just feeling deflated.
In one of my favorite movies, 1995’s The American President, one of the Presidents’s advisors argue that “when people are thirsty, they’ll drink the sand.” Michael Douglas, playing the President, fires back: “People don’t drink the sand because they’re thirsty. They drink the sand because they don’t know the difference.[5]

Indeed. We don’t need to drink the sand people. We know the difference. We actually used to do this stuff better. At this point, we don’t even need to get fancy, we just need to put back in place stuff that already worked well and then sit down and take a good look at ourselves and ask, when will we as a nation and for the sake of our children be ready to tackle the really tough stuff? The stuff that will decide whether they really will have a shot at becoming the next greatest generation: stuff like the budget, the achievement gap, unemployment? G-d I’m thirsty but I know the difference. And I’m waiting for someone to stand up just once and show me it.




[1] http://www.cnn.com/2013/06/25/politics/scotus-voting-rights/index.html?hpt=hp_c3
[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federal_Assault_Weapons_Ban
[3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandy_Hook_Elementary_School_shooting
[4] http://www.americanprogress.org/issues/economy/report/2013/06/05/65373/americas-10-million-unemployed-youth-spell-danger-for-future-economic-growth/
[5] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112346/quotes

Comments

  1. I love you so much right now.

    I, too, am so disheartened at the amount of shit "we the people" are willing to let slide right now, for the sake of our 'safety' in light of the fear-mongering shit we're constantly being fed. Oh, the Arms ban would take away rights? Like your rights were so infringed upon the last time the restriction was put into place... But, OH, North Korea could invade, or Our military could be turned against us and we need a well armed militia, or It's my right as a free citizen to own as high of a capacity weapon as I can get my hands on!

    The sense of entitlement in this country sickens me.

    To the point; you are not alone. There are many of us that just sit here and wonder how the hell this shit is happening, and feel powerless to change it because we don't have deep enough pockets for our voices to count.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Thank you so much for taking the time to read! Just trying to figure out how to put more of the good, reasonable stuff into our world - maybe each little drop of good listening thoughtful engaged citizens will help :)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Rachel Hollis' Instagram is The Bad Place

  Women, mothers, pull up a chair.  I wish to have a word with you about Rachel Hollis, toxic positivity, and women as a commodity.  Do you know Rachel Hollis? She is a self proclaimed motivational speaker and life coach. She has nearly 2 million followers on Instagram, has published multiple NY Times bestsellers, and runs her own business, has a product line in Target, a clothing line on QVC, her own fitness app, and sells out large convention size stadiums where people pay $40 for a general ticket or up to $200 per person for a VIP pass that will give them things like “digital swag” (those two words together form a new one that has an unclear meaning to me), and video playback on all speakers. Rachel Hollis is a business and the thing that she is selling? Why that’s you. It wasn’t always this way. As one of the few bloggers still kicking around that started out nearly nine years ago, many of us old folks can tell you how quickly the landscape of personal essays and blogging changed.

Distracted Living

Last week, I almost killed my daughter. It started off as really any other week ever does. My husband had been travelling pretty much non-stop for nearly the entire month. Whether we wanted to or not, we were all falling into a fairly regular rhythm without him, at least Monday-Friday. With school and activities and for better or worse, the days seemed to move rather quickly but by evening all three of us were stretched thin. Collectively, we all seemed to peek at maximum crabbiness somewhere around 6pm. It was shortly after this time last Wednesday night that I brought the kids upstairs to help them get washed up for bed. My daughter had an upset stomach for most of the day but I hadn’t thought much of it. She was otherwise happy and playing and generally herself. I did know that she was very tired. Still, we were a good hour and a half from her usual bedtime of around 8pm. I put her in the bath and let it start to fill and left the room to go start the shower for my son. This is

Keeping it Real

I received an email tonight from a fellow mom. Really, it was more of a detailed confession of all of the things she’d done wrong today as a mother. It ended with two simple words: “Parent fail.” Her email both broke my heart and made me super angry because you see, she’s really a terrific mom. But today, she must have used someone else’s measuring stick to make that call. It troubled me in particular because motherhood and parenthood for that matter, is definitely not measured or won or lost on a battle by battle or day to day basis. We’re in this for the long haul people. Did your child watch six hours of TV today or eat pizza for dinner every night this week? What really matters at the end of the day? Let’s just admit my own bias here. If we are measuring this stuff on a day to day basis, I’m assuming I would have done a pretty sub-par job by most people’s standards. I brought my son to the grocery store in a rainbow colored clown wig and pajamas because it was the only way I co