I’m done now. This is playing on my speakers now, as my children sleep.
Let it all fall apart. Let it all be done. Let it all be purged. Let this brutal white supremacist patriarchy known as America come to an end.
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be
"As a woman, as a loving parent myself, I am angry. I’m beyond angry. As the spectacle of Judge Kavanaugh’s nomination unfolds, I find myself caught in the undertow of bad memories, stuck in a simmer of rage. My hands furl into fists...
"...My jaw clenches. My teeth grind in the night. I send my daughters out into the world each day, with a wave and a smile, and then I come inside and want to cry out of fury and frustration, because the world has not changed fast enoughIt’s one thing to say #MeToo...
A long time ago, when I was healing, Chad Perkins took me hiking in Zion National Park, dunked me in the Virgin River, told me I was perfect as is, and then kissed me that night until my knees shook, without every asking for anything else.
Here’s to good men— never forgotten.
It was the first time ever I knew I was going to be ok— when we were laughing at eachother under the water in that river, washed clean.
I have put details of my #MeToo story on Twitter this week that I have never made public before in my life. I have done it because I am a part of the bloodletting that is #WhyIDidntReport.
One of the things that it has led me to say several times is that were it not for my dad, who never doubted me, believed me from the moment I told him, found me a lawyer, and sat with me through the trial, I would not be as strong as I am today.
All it takes is 1 person who believes you & has your back. Even better if it is a man who commits to doing what you need, come what may and damn the consequences.
I owe my dad a lot. I owe him more than anything for his unwavering belief in me for as long as I've been alive.
I want to make something very clear about child sexual assault. Part of what allowed me to heal and continue healing is that when I wanted to confront my accuser, I had great lawyers and my dad behind me who made that happen. I was protected in court. 1/
Though the experience of testifying and being cross-examined, and all the dirt that was thrown at me in the process, was horrible, I sat across from him and in front of fact finders, I spoke out loud every single thing he did. I told the truth. 2/
This is one reason why I am SO FUCKING ANGRY tonight at @ChuckGrassley and @senjudiciary. This woman is willing to testify, wants to testify and to confront him to spare the rest of the nation from his potential for harm.
You are denying her that right with your conditions. 3/
I could write essays on #whyIdidntreport, but they all start with this: the first time he grabbed me and hugged me at 12 (the very first grooming for future molestation), I told my mother. She said "what is wrong with you? don't you know what people do when they love eachother?"
I never mentioned it to her again, until the day after I took him to court 7 years later, at which point she said to me on the phone "I know everyone involved in this, I know exactly what happened. YOU tell ME how that was abuse."
In 27 subsequent years, we've spoken once.
The last time I saw her was at court, when she saw me coming out of court after testifying against him. She laughed at me.
And then she went in to testify that I was crazy, a whore, and had made the whole thing up to hurt her. #basta
The @GOP is setting this up as an attempt to slam and challenge the accuser, without corroborating witnesses. I am intimately familiar with how this process goes, having been subjected to it myself. Expect the following: how could you possibly remember what happened? 1/
How much did you drink? Were you a virgin at the time of the attack? Had you been flirting with Brett or Mark earlier in the night? Why were you wearing a bathing suit under your outfit? Did you fight back? Did you scream? Why didn't you call anyone? You didn't call the cops? 2/
Did you tell your parents? Did you tell your school or his school? Did you make a formal complaint against Georgetown Prep? Did you hire a lawyer? Did you go to the hospital? Are you a democrat? Why did it take you so long to speak out? 3/
So these comments explain exactly what I’m talking about, unfortunately. The hashtags are for the Congressional Black Caucus Foundation Annual Legislative Conference, which has been taking place in DC since Wednesday. The most powerful black politicians, non-profit leaders and...
Stuck back in time in 2003, waking up on the second anniversary of 9/11 in BPC with wide-open windows overlooking the Hudson and the second great love of my life in my bed-- he who had literally barely survived the day itself with his sister, now a soul mate, @lauratulumbas.
Life is strange. We map our trauma and our love and our sense memories as we tell our stories.
I can smell that anniversary day like it was today-- the salt of the Hudson estuary, the face of my love crossing the West Side Highway, unable to look at anyone, not at all ok.
And I map my own story of the day itself, the evacuation from the law firm two blocks from the WH, the fighter jets over my house on S Street in DC, the ex I was leaving-- a Brit who hated America, who couldn't refrain from despising me/us even as the towers fell.
About a year ago, when I realized that I was about to become the sole parent to my kids in everything but name only, @Lmpera warned me that the rage would come. "Just wait," she said.
I didn't quite believe it.
Now? In the current climate, we have a lot to worry about.
And: Someday, someone should write a book about how patriarchy has fucked single moms 6 ways to Sunday, from healthcare to work to judgment to dating ("who would take on a single mother with two kids?" my otherwise awesome dad let slip) to guilt to financial fear to worthiness./2
And single black mothers most of all. Dear god, the generations of racist, misogynist judgment.
I said to my dad after his comment that both Bill Clinton and Barack Obama were raised by single moms. But great men shouldn't be the measure of us, yet again.
I’ve written my personal 9/11 story before, and I’m not going to do it today.
What I’ll say instead is that one of the greatest privileges of my legal life was to represent the family of Denise Crant, who died in the North Tower when the first plane hit, before the 9/11 Victims Compensation Fund as a member of Trial Lawyers Care.
I never knew her, but she feels like family, because over two years of work, her family in some ways became mine.
I remember and honor her, as well as my college friend Jonathan Uman who was also lost, this day and every year forward.
People. If you don’t know what this is about: John Yoo is the lawyer who wrote the memo under the Bush administration authorizing waterboarding and torture. Kavanaugh was backing Yoo for Congress and the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals. Fucking appalling.
Twitter hive mind: I need of books for 5-7 y o kids about sexuality and gender that are non-binary and non-gender enforcing. We are very body pos non-binary here, and still I ended up having to skip huge gender indoctrination sections of a recommended kids book tonight. Help.
Additional comment: men who can't stand poetry do not belong on my feed.
What I do not understand: if your comment is "oh god please stop," why do you need to tell me that? Personally, every time I think that, I just block someone without feeling the need to leverage my opinion on them to ruin their night.
Kids and I were having a great night until my daughter described a boy who, on today’s first day of school, lectured her on the playground about how boys are stronger than girls and then scratched her neck. She’s in first grade.
America, come get your sons.
And I’ll add: my daughter turned to every other boy in her group and said “it doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like or where you come from, it matters whether you’re kind and polite. Don’t follow him.
No girl should have to say this. She did great, and I’m livid.
Update to this: all of the first grade teachers got involved. Each teacher met with my daughter and the boys involved separately. The boy was counseled about his comment. My daughter was repeatedly praised, privately and publicly, for standing up for herself and for all girls.
It has come to my attention tonight that white wmn on this feed have attacked black women in my community and with whom I am allied for allegedly "brainwashing" me into speaking out against Amy Siskind.
If you are among them, I have six short words for you: get TF off my feed.
I am not perfect. I fucked up. But your racist assaults on women who have reached out, called me out, challenged me, demanded my accountability, are NOT WELCOME HERE, and are UNACCEPTABLE.
Begone. And if I EVER learn your names, I will call you out. I am not fucking around with this. Own your racism, and apologize to the women you've attacked who have demanded I do the work.
As many of you know, I spoke out with regard to Amy Siskind a few days back. At the time I did so, I was not aware of the complete picture of Amy’s past conduct, nor was it my intent that my words would be used in the way that they were,
, though obviously there has been an impact associated with their use that I regret.
I have learned a lot more about Amy’s previous statements since the time I spoke out, and they are very concerning.
My purpose in speaking out was in the support of unity but not at the expense of accountability and truth.
And then remember that we were warned a few weeks back by @MalcolmNance and others that new information warfare efforts to divide the left in advance of the 2018 election were coming.
Be exceedingly mindful right now of what you share and repost.
Check the authors, check random putative journalists in small publications and on Twitter for their backgrounds, and assume positive intent of the target, especially if that person is a leading voice of the Resistance.