Something I wrote last night:
I should go to bed -- my wife and children are snug in their beds, our house is safe in a way that so many living places in the US are not. No one is coming to get us, right now. I should luxuriate in that. But I want to write about the day I had.
I should go to bed -- my wife and children are snug in their beds, our house is safe in a way that so many living places in the US are not. No one is coming to get us, right now. I should luxuriate in that. But I want to write about the day I had.
It was, of course, first of all, thanks to @baltimorebooks, who made dinner, drove the kids to school, worked a full day, put the youngest (who might be a little pissy on occasion!) to bed after supervising her homework, and welcomed me home. And thanks to my covering colleagues.
l spent the day with colleagues from @Doc4CampClosure- fulfilling the wise saying: "get in the way and stay in the way." I was just a small part of the group, but together we are a bone in the throat of the marauding beast, a thorn in its claw.
The back story: @CBP issued a policy in December concerning its lackadaisical and cruel neglect of migrants in its camps and detention. D4CC sent a letter, and CBP said they'd get back to us, which they didn't.
Our goal today was to show up, get in the way, make some noise, and demand attention for the human beings our government is abusing.
We split up into small groups and made our way into the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center. The CBP is housed there.
We split up into small groups and made our way into the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center. The CBP is housed there.
I met Lawren, a med student at Georgetown, who had got up early today to study for Step 1, then came to join us in protest. (She is also running for AMWA president, I think? So vote for her, if you can.) I met Laura, a doctor from Maryland, who drove two hours each way
to be at the Sudlerville hearing against the new ICE facility. These are heroic women.
Our first task was to make some good trouble by passing out cards with the various statements by professional organizations about the effect of concentration camps on child health.
Our first task was to make some good trouble by passing out cards with the various statements by professional organizations about the effect of concentration camps on child health.
We spread out in the food court and politely interrupted people's lunch. I found most to be receptive. I put down one card in front of an important-looking white man with a lanyard. "That guy works for CBP," said Laura.
I got interviewed by a reporter for @Univision, and by another one from @Telemundo. Nothing tests the limits of language proficiency like expressing rage and frustration on the spur of the moment. Why not the English-language media? Most of them don't give a shit.
Then the leaders had great news for the larger group: not half an hour after we showed up, ready to chant and unfurl banners in the building atrium, CBP let them know they would schedule a meeting with us. A small step. Perhaps a useful step.
To retain that usefulness, we decided to mount our demonstration not in the CBP building, but in Lafayette Park across from the @WhiteHouse.
It was cold. It was wet. But we chanted, carried signs, and knitted ourselves together tightly as chain mail to protect our patients.
It was cold. It was wet. But we chanted, carried signs, and knitted ourselves together tightly as chain mail to protect our patients.
I feel lucky to act in a small way to support this group and its efforts to make our nation and its citizens recognize the humanity of all people, migrants included. As a co-chair of Doctors for Camp Closure DC, Maryland and Virginia, we are planning more actions. Please join us!
