Bekkah Scharf
My great-grandfather was detained at Angel Island. Immigrants carved tens of thousands of poems into every square inch of the barrack walls, describing their anguish of captivity and longing for home.
My great-grandfather was detained at Angel Island. Immigrants carved tens of thousands of poems into every square inch of the barrack walls, describing their anguish of captivity and longing for home.
These regulations, brought to you by the same people who decided to separate children from their parents, will be particularly loathsome for women and for those who are LGBTQ.
My father’s separation from his parents at a young age left him a broken, forever-grieving man. Sometimes I felt his body was physically there, but his soul had long left.
I was horrified by what I saw and, in the middle of the hearing, I jumped into the center aisle, raised my hand, and asked the judge if she would grant a continuance so that I could find an attorney for this child.
“My grandparents’ stories motivate me to want to help people who are fleeing violence and brutality today.”
I will never forget that day: not to know if he would life or die; not to know if he had be found and loved or abandoned and despised. Those were the thoughts in my mind-heart, but my breasts screamed with milk that no one would suckle.
A world in which we are so willing to make sure justice is served to a 95 year old Nazi, but where our leaders call modern white supremacists “very fine people,” is confusing indeed.
It seems that women are being targeted on multiple fronts, almost as if #MeToo and its power have provoked a vicious backlash
Read up on (and spread awareness of) what it will look like in a post-Roe world.
Extra-legal abortions will look different from what they did in the 1970s.