I am so Tired of Writing to my Senator

I am so tired of writing to my senator, to those elected to represent the American people. Those who, despite their intentions, lack the bravery to say, “This is enough. This is the line in the sand.”

Roe V Wade overturned, mothers who wanted babies they lost, prosecuted for having a miscarriage. Imprisoned for their own bodily functions. Women who can’t support pregnancies, let alone children, threatened with death, with DEATH for taking their survival into their own hands. These days I must say, this is what American freedom looks like.

Guns here, guns there, guns everywhere. Another dead child another day of thoughts and prayers comes and goes without a single retribution. Without a single intervention. Really, without a single care. This is America the free.

They do nothing. They do nothing.

And yet, when money is to be made they can all suddenly be found, can hold a formal bipartisan inquest to vilify foreign technology without a peep about American companies who pose the same “threat”. Why? Because America doesn’t care about children: it cares about money. About power. About having the biggest dick in the room.

So congress comes together on a whim to ban a Chinese dancing app as soon as they realize that there’s money to be made in this new venture, money they’re missing out on but…not for the kids. If it were for the kids they would have had an emergency meeting after Columbine, after Sandy Hook. Meetings about women and children dying in the streets. Meetings to protect the right to safety in the greatest country in the world. That’s just it though, isn’t it? America has never guaranteed our safety. Our freedom. Look into the Restrict Act for yourself. Instead of taking this opportunity to protect us, they attempt to strip us from our right to privacy, the right to organize, the right to freedom. All America has ever guaranteed is the pipe dream of opportunity, and the realty of assuming our position as a cog in the capitalism machine. Grind all day, grind all night. This is what American freedom looks like.

In this horrifying game of survival on the stolen land of the biggest gaslighting entity in the world, there are perpetrators and there are good men that do nothing. Democratic senators, such as my own, are sometimes the good men doing nothing. Don’t you know what happened last time good men did nothing? Fascism. Genocide. War. This is what American freedom looks like.

But they convene for an illusion of a threat of national security, saying the Chinese are spies and peoples who commit genocide, meanwhile their own states murder innocent women. Black women. Black men. Impoverished. Spies and perpetrators of genocide, though, as the US government drops bombs in Syria and Libya and wherever they choose in the name of “National security”. Tell me, who are the warmongers? I’d politely have you ask the American Indians but you mostly can’t, and that was by design.

I am tired of sending my senators letters week after week, begging, pleading: Let freedom ring. Instead I absorb such pain that my body goes numb as the nationalists on my phone, on tv, and on the streets scream “let freedom ring,” marching like dead-eyed soldiers on the streets of Germany so long ago, not that long ago…

This is what America looks like. I am tired of writing my senators.

Children should be free to play, to walk, to laugh, to run. When children are not free, no one is free.