From a speech given in 1947
So much is happening right now that too many things of worth, of note, get lost in the noise. It seems only a little corner sometimes, a little light gets to the deepest darkness. I read where sterilizations have taken place and continue to in the camps run by ICE. The camps that have yet to be disbanded, where children have yet to be reunited with their parents, where women are subjected to the horrors of Nazi German. In America. In America today.
Sometimes I shake my head in despair. I don’t know what to do.
Meanwhile, hysterectomies are performed on women.
This from Feminist News:
BREAKING: Pauline Binam, a Cameroonian mother who says she was involuntarily sterilized while held at the privately-owned Irwin County Detention Center in Georgia, has been granted humanitarian release. Binam’s attorney says Binam’s fallopian tube was removed without her knowledge by the same doctor who’s accused of performing forced hysterectomies on a number of other prisoners, and who is reportedly not a board-certified OB-GYN. Last week, Binam’s deportation was halted at the last minute after pressure from immigration rights advocates and members of Congress.
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Still, we go on. We endure in our small apartments with our timely haircuts and our pedicures. We walk our dogs. We play with our kittens and search out new sheet music for the piano. To be played with martini on the board above. We sing. And we cry.
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