RBG

 On election night of 2016, I was sickened by the results.  All of those people I knew that either didn't vote or voted for a 3rd party candidate because they didn't believe their vote mattered.  It mattered all right. 

And for the last 4 years, we've had a leader that openly expresses his hatred.  Hatred for black people, hatred of disabled people, hatred of women, hatred of Democrats.  

Last night RBG died.  And the white men in power immediately pounced, vowing to replace her with someone that wants to keep white men in power indefinitely.  Within two hours, Mitch McConnell vowed to confirm whoever Trump nominates.  

An editor for The Atlantic, when interviewed today, called the Democratic party the "party of inclusion", and the Republicans the "party of restoration".  I started to think about this, and while I believe I know what inclusion is, I wasn't so sure about restoration.  Restoration to what?  Restoration to when?  How far back do we go?  Back to 1776 when our country was declared free of England?  Slavery was legal, women didn't have a vote, and white men held all the cards.  

Or maybe restoration means going back to the 1950's, when slavery was no longer legal, but people of color were still prevented from voting, or eating in a "whites only" restaurant.  When a boy could be lynched and hanged because a white woman said he flirted with her.  

I prefer the party of inclusion; that's no secret.  The country where every vote counts, and every person is equal.  Equal if you're a woman or man, black, brown, or red, rich or poor, gay, transgender, or straight.  The rights that we have had to fight for, claw for.  The rights that Ruth Bader Ginsburg spent her life defending.

Rest with the angels Ruth.  You did good.