Allow Me My Rage

October Blossom © 2021 Lee Anne Morgan

I use this image frequently because it appeared in late October, so pure, beautiful, and a miracle in its very presence. It says to me: Do not despair for despair is a lack of imagination, an absence of hope. It is the perfect antidote to what I write in the brief essay that follows, originally a Morning Musings Podcast also titled “Allow Me My Rage.”

In 2016, my older brother said: Lee, if Trump is elected president, he will march our country backward 50 years. Brad died while Trump was in office. My brother would be called a RHINO by today’s political standards. We often argued about politics, for I am a progressive democrat. However, we spoke continually during the last six months of his life and came to understand and respect our differences. He would be outraged at what is happening in our country and appalled at the Supreme Court’s overturn of constitutional law for half a century and the patriarchal reactionary minority who forged this travesty for which women and girls will die.

We knew SCOTUS would overturn Roe v. Wade. Still, the shock is not unlike knowing someone is dying. We sit by their bedside, watching them slip away, and we believe we are prepared for the inevitable. Yet, when that last moment arrives, it’s a trauma to our hearts, minds, and sensibilities­­. And that’s how many of us felt yesterday when the Court’s final ruling came down.

So many women and young girls today, our collective daughters and granddaughters, are at risk. But there was another blow yesterday, and it was one of death: The Supreme Court itself and its legitimacy. I quote Jennifer Rubin from her column in WaPoThe Supreme Court eviscerates abortion rights and its own legitimacy. Per Rubin,

The hypocrisy and intellectual dishonesty of the Court’s right-wing justices lead to the conclusion that they have simply appointed themselves super-legislators free to impose a view of the United States as a White, Christian and male-dominated society despite the values, beliefs and choices of a majority of 330 million modern Americans. The Court’s decision may result in women’s deaths. But it has certainly killed off what is left of the Court’s credibility. And for that, there is no solution in sight.

I certainly don’t have a solution other than to say that this is a moment in time and one in which it has never been more important to vote. Time has a way of settling “bad deeds” and righting wrongs: Exercising our right to vote is a vital part of the solution. Tomorrow I will recover and work with others for all women and our collective daughters and granddaughters.

Please, allow me my rage for today. Thank you.

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