This is the woman I see

Regardless of what side of the debate you are on, I request that to take some time to read Ruby Cramer’s article. This is the person I see. These are the eyes I’ve looked into. This is the woman I have, ever so briefly, connected with. This is why ‪#‎ImWithHer‬

Hillary wants to talk to you about love and kindness

This was 1969. She is 21, still Hillary Diane Rodham — senior class president, bound for Yale Law School, full of big and unrestrained talk about the future, first student commencement speaker in the history of Wellesley College. And there at the podium, in full cap and gown, she diverts from her prepared remarks, and the words come tumbling out — urgent and excited and abstract at points beyond comprehension. She calls for human connectedness and understanding, for a more conscientious state of being. Her target is the “empty rhetoric” of the preceding speaker, a sitting U.S. senator. “What does it mean,” she asks of his speech, “to hear that 13.3% of the people in this country are below the poverty line? That’s a percentage.” She and her classmates, Rodham says, demand “a more immediate, ecstatic, and penetrating mode of living” — a society “where you don’t see people as percentage points,” a restored “mutuality of respect.”

Hillary Rodham of Wellesley College talking about student protests, which she supported in her commencement speech. Lee Balterman / Getty Images

The speech makes news. No one knows what to think of it. Rodham, in one of her first interviews, attempts to explain: What is needed, she tells the Boston Globe that June, is a “‘new vocabulary’ to deal with relationships between people.”

[ . . . ]

This was 1993. She is first lady — a few months into the job, head of her husband’s health care effort, split between the White House and the hospital room in Little Rock, Arkansas, where her father lies brain-dead, 18 days after a stroke. There is a speech she can’t get out of — 14,000 people at the University of Texas — and on the plane ride to Austin, in longhand, she sketches out a second appeal for the same “mutuality of respect.”

“We need a new politics of meaning,” she tells the crowd. “We need a new ethos of individual responsibility and caring… a society that fills us up again and makes us feel that we are part of something bigger than ourselves.”

Again, she makes news. Again, reporters come calling. And again, Clinton tries to explain. That spring, she gives a series of interviews on the subject of her beliefs — political, philosophical, and spiritual. The transcripts, archived at the Clinton Presidential Library, capture a time before the worst of the White House years. The first lady is not so hardened yet to public life. Conversation is easy. She is, it seems, thinking out loud.

[ . . .]

What she wants to talk about hinges on a simple question of how we can, as humans, better treat one another. To Hillary Clinton, this is politics. She’s talking, literally, about “going back and actually living by the Golden Rule.” She’s talking about a “great renaissance of caring in this country.” Part of the challenge is the vocabulary. “A lot of this is hard to talk about,” Clinton admits. “I’m not real articulate about it.”

The speech and subsequent interviews — earnest, unembarrassed, and decidedly open — are laughed at in Washington.

[ . . . ]

When she was a girl, her late mother, Dorothy Rodham, taught Sunday school classes. The essence of her spiritual teaching? “A sense of the good.” This, Clinton would later say, was all she wanted to get across in the “politics of meaning” speech. She didn’t understand why people thought she was talking about “great, giant themes and theories,” as Clinton put it afterward. “I was talking about being kind to the woman who cleans your office building, inquiring how she is, seeing her as a human being.”

Maya Angelou and Hillary Clinton

Maya Angelou penned this poem for Hillary Clinton in 2008. It continues to resonate with me.

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may tread me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

This is not the first time you have seen Hillary Clinton seemingly at her wits’ end, but she has always risen, always risen, don’t forget she has always risen, much to the dismay of her adversaries and the delight of her friends.

Hillary Clinton will not give up on you and all she asks of you is that you do not give up on her.

There is a world of difference between being a woman and being an old female. If you’re born a girl, grow up, and live long enough, you can become an old female. But to become a woman is a serious matter. A woman takes responsibility for the time she takes up and the space she occupies. Hillary Clinton is a woman. She has been there and done that and has still risen. She is in this race for the long haul. She intends to make a difference in our country. Hillary Clinton intends to help our country to be what it can become.

She declares she wants to see more smiles in the family, more courtesies between men and women, more honesty in the marketplace. She is the prayer of every woman and man who longs for fair play, healthy families, good schools, and a balanced economy.

She means to rise.

Don’t give up on Hillary. In fact, if you help her to rise, you will rise with her and help her make this country the wonderful, wonderful place where every man and every woman can live freely without sanctimonious piety and without crippling fear.

Rise, Hillary.

Rise.

(Originally published in The Guardian)

On Hillary and Bernie

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So while Hillary’s plans might be less ambitious and less progressive on most points, I believe that the actual ground that she will gain is greater than the actual ground that would be gained under a Sanders presidency.
Hillary thinks in work-arounds. She is, in many ways, the source of President Obama’s growing assertiveness in the use of executive orders. She is smart, and she is ruthless, and she is good at politics, and I am tired of people acting like that’s a bad thing when somebody is fighting for a better country.

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Look, let’s get this out there once and for all: It’s not that I don’t think Bernie can win, it’s that I don’t want him to.

For some reason, that’s difficult for a lot of people to comprehend.

I am a progressive. I want the things Bernie promises for this country. I want universal health care, and free higher education, and reduced incarceration, and an end to the artificial redistribution of wealth into the pockets of the filthy rich.

But I also understand basic civics, and I read the news, so I know that the Republican party is simultaneously in shambles and completely entrenched in Congress.

Bernie Sanders has no plan for enacting his ambitious, domestic, legislative agenda other than “political revolution.” Vote for me, he says, and we’ll get the money out of politics and thereby force Congress to listen to the American people.

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Did you think we’d just turn away?

Dear Governor O’Malley,

You are a good man. But this just isn’t your time. After running an extremely close primary in 2008 that went all the way to the last contest, did you think Hillary’s 18 million supporters were going to turn away? Did you think we weren’t waiting for this second chance? Sir, please, you do yourself no favors by insisting the game is rigged. It isn’t. We’re just ready for Hillary, and she’s working hard, as she always has, to win every single vote. Again.

Stay in the race or step down. It’s up to you. But don’t dishonor yourself this way. As I said, you are a good man.

Sincerely,

One of the 18 million

What is your goal?

To those who spam derogatory, hateful stuff on candidates’ Facebook pages: What is your goal? Do you think you are converting anyone? Do you think you are discouraging that candidate’s supporters? Nothing could be further from the truth. I suppose I should be happy, because that means you aren’t out working on getting YOUR candidate elected. But really, other than being a pain in the ass, what do you think you’re accomplishing?

Status update – December 31, 2015, 10:49 a.m.

A post repeat: This Atheist Loves Christmas Music

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Copyright: Carissa Snedeker, 2015

I wrote this back in 2010, but it deserves a re-post.

This Atheist Loves Christmas Music

Does that mean I’m kicked out of the club?

Tis the season for songs, songs, songs. And even though yours truly is no longer a believer, I still sing along, even with many of the religious ones. I still love O Holy Night, the Hallelujah Chorus, Silent Night, and The Little Drummer Boy, just to name a few. And while the creche may never again see the light of day amidst my holiday decorations, the songs are a part of my personal history, and so I sing.

Still, we like the non-religious songs the best and the tradition in our house is that tree decorating ALWAYS must be accompanied by the Ray Conniff Singers,  and we must ALWAYS start with Jolly Old St. Nicholas. Must.

Greta Christina  has a list of her 10 Best Christmas Songs for Atheists and they are, in reverse order:

10: White Christmas
9: Jingle Bells
8: Sleigh Ride
7: Silver Bells
6: We Wish You a Merry Christmas.
5: Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
4: Santa Baby
3: Carol of the Bells
2: Winter Wonderland
1: Deck the Halls.

Be sure to click on her link for her explanations.  I think Carol of the Bells (in English) violates the rules she set out, but I’ll let it slide. But, ugh, Santa Baby? Blech. But to each her own, right? And those that did not make the Top 10 list?

Honorable mentions. The 12 Days of Christmas. It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Up on the Housetop. Over the River and Through the Woods. Jolly Old St. Nicholas. The Christmas Song (a.k.a. Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire). I’ll Be Home For Christmas. Frosty the Snowman. Here Comes Santa Claus. Jingle Bell Rock. O Christmas Tree.

Wait a doggone minute,  Jose Feliciano doesn’t even get an honorable mention? How can that be? It isn’t Christmas for me until I hear this song! Full of joy and lyrics anyone can get after the first listen. What’s not to love?

Also missing? Karen Carpenter’s Merry Christmas, Darling, which is one my personal faves.

I’m off to finish my holiday shopping. Catch you all later

Grateful

I am grateful every day that I have people in my life who love me, put up with me, laugh with me, cry with me, who get my jokes and appreciate my passion.

I am grateful every day, despite the heartache that has come before, and will come again, that I have a heart capable of limitless love.

I am grateful every day for my daughter. She is the light of my life and has grown into an amazing woman. And I am grateful for the man who loves her and shares himself with her.

I am grateful every day for my husband, whose love for me and whose faithfulness to the life we have together is beyond anything I could have hoped for.

I am grateful every day that we share our home with two cats and two dogs who wait for us to come home, who pester us to feed them, who take up too much space on the bed, who trip us in the hallway and who are only with us for a time, but give us love every day.

I am grateful every day that I have a well-paying job, food in the cupboards, and that I live in a house I adore with neighbors who are simply the best.

I am grateful every day for my political junkie friends. You complete me.

I am grateful every day for long-time friends. You all still like me, and I am humbled by the love you have continued to give me through all of it.

I am grateful every day for my new friends. I hope you all realize what you’ve gotten yourselves into.

I am grateful everyday that I said yes to photography.

I am grateful for crowded stores, holiday music, and pumpkin spice lattes.

But most of all . . .

I am grateful every day that I did not yield to the gray so many years ago.

I am grateful every day that I stayed.