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