I try to stay in my lane.
I don’t mean I keep my head down and try not to rock the boat. My lane is the “rock the boat and change things” lane: changing the corrupt and unequal Republic we’ve allowed America to become. But that means I discipline myself to avoid jumping on whatever crisis is hot. There isn’t a waking hour of any day when I don’t think about how we might fix this democracy. There is increasingly not 20 minutes when I don’t also think “but this is awful too.”
The child separation policy crosses the line for me.
I don’t know if it would have affected me as much as it has before I had kids. Before I had kids, a kid’s cry was a noise. Now it is a line into a soul. Every parent can hear the difference between crying and aching. No parent can listen to these cries and not feel his or her heart rend.
The lies from this administration are so regular that we don’t even notice. And so it is with this policy too — which on its face is a lie since the same administration gives three different accounts (Trump: it’s the Democrat’s policy; Nielsen: “it isn’t a policy”; Sessions: it’s my policy and I’m proud of it!). Suffice it that with no change in the actual law there was a radical change in the actual practice — and what accounts for that change is a decision by the Trump administration to adopt yet another brain-dead policy. Senator Warren puts its best: we have a president who is holding “kids hostage to try and get Congress to pay for his stupid wall.”
Beto O’Rourke, before his march to a detention center, said this is “on all of us.” It is on all of us. Some more than others, the enablers in Congress the most.
But if we can’t figure out how to end this, we are not who we say we are.
P.S. After I published this, I read this quote from the U.S. Chamber of Commerce:
“There is no other way to say it, this is not who we are and it must end now.”
E pluribus unum.