A Love Sonnet Written on the Occasion of the Death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg
I want to touch what aches in us, the light
we guard to stay alive. My dear, come quick.
I hear a knock; I’m afraid. Is it you?
I dare to open and let hope come through.
I want to touch what aches in us, the light
we guard to stay alive. My dear, come quick.
I hear a knock; I’m afraid. Is it you?
I dare to open and let hope come through.
After four years, it has come to this:
I fear that all I love will go to ruins,
and my little son is playing on the dunes.
O fluorescent fire, O heat that singes but not does burn,
would that you could consume me, I might never rise again
to brave fascist bullets or heroically weed my vegetable beds.
“When you see something that is not right, not fair, not just, you have to speak up. You have to say something; you have to do something.”
Feel free to download, edit, and share these “Wanted” posters widely–via social media; print it out and distribute widely; etc.
I’m writing to ask that you immediately remove Louis DeJoy, the Postmaster General of the Postal Service, from the Board of Trustees of your esteemed college.
We cannot let this stand; it WILL NOT stand. America is the land of the free and we’re gonna keep it that way!
I demand that you immediately fire the Postmaster General, Louis DeJoy, who is clearly doing the President’s bidding and turning the USPS into a partisan tool.
There is no doubt that Donald Trump is working to steal the 2020 election but what he is doing reaches a level that would make Putin or Lukashenko or any other of the dictators who win rigged elections proud.
In 100 days, America will decide its future, and, in the process, perhaps the future of Democracy and the planet. At the very least, it is clear that another four years of the status quo would tear completely the fraying fabric of our nation.