From my position of white-woman, christian privilege, I can walk over refugees in the airport, knowing my citizenship won’t be questioned. From my location in a town where the Muslim population is less than 1%, it’s easy to overlook their presence. This town is still pretty segregated, and I could stay on my side of town, showing my usual christian-caring smile to the African-Americans that I brush up against while I’m shopping, and ignore their struggle.
So, why should I write about it? What is there to write that can’t be better summed up in articles shared on social media? I could tell you how I Feel about it, share my grief, rage, and tears. I don’t think it will do any good, since I’d be preaching to the choir (folks with divergent attitudes quit following me long ago).
But read these blogs, written by women who Are affected by this… As each of them mentions, no one who supports these decrees will bother to read them, so if any of you who are happy with how last week turned out somehow landed here, I challenge you to give them a chance…
They are two people just like me, bloggers, readers, moms, only without that white-privilege. They are afraid. Their children are afraid. All in the name of keeping America safe? Safe for who?
https://misfortuneofknowing.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/the-importance-of-writing-is-it-different-now/
http://kateaaron.com/the-price-of-silence/
Write about it we must—Yoda (not really)…
Peace
Blather & Balderdash 
I am not just unhappy about last week, I am terrified that things are going to get much, much worse. We are on a runaway train, going down a slippery slope. And as you said so well, we’re preaching to the choir. My task this week? I suppose I need to add my voice to others. If only I believed it would make a difference.
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Thank you for this post. I am afraid. I am afraid for my family and for the people who are going to be even more dramatically affected by Trump’s unconstitutional, discriminatory actions than I am. This is just the tip of the iceberg.
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oh, dear A.M.B., I wish I could hug you. It is a helpless situation, but we must hold each other up. I promise you, I will do all that I can to protect all of the Muslim families in my community. I hope and pray (to the One God) that all of us will be safe, and that your community will come together in Peace to Resist. We are marching here again tonight at our local university. Stay Strong.
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