07/05/2025
Commentary on America…
The United States is in Distress.
I’m a grandchild and great grandchild of Immigrants. The US is a country that is filled with the beautiful diversity of immigrants.
And yet:
The US is deporting and arresting.
I went out for a bit today to check on LA. A city I was born and raised in. It’s a sad state we’re in, y’all.
We still have Marines in Los Angeles. On the Fourth of July.
We have graffiti spray painted on concrete blaming Israel for the LAPD.
(Anyone interested in helping me remove that nonsense?)
We have protesters in front of MDCLA, along with National Guard and Marines. Nothing good is going to come of this mess.
We have Keffiyah Karens demonstrating with death calls, and wearing their Kipling backpacks. Terror isn’t fashion.
Everywhere I look, I see rage. I see calls for the death of others.
I see the conflation of two very different issues.
I see fear. Anger. Sadness. Grief. I have seen the Cosplay of terror.
I’ve been an activist since I was small. I’ve marched and raged and chanted and pushed back. Hell, I still do, minus the rage.
I hate what is happening. It breaks my heart to see mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers, cousins, aunties, uncles, etc., being torn away from their families because of this administration.
I also loathe the calls for death. I loathe the antisemitism that is woven into this issue. I loathe that I, a proud Jewish woman, hasn’t felt safe enough to support any of these protests.
I leave you with this:
From Emma Lazarus, a Jewish poet whose poem sits on the Statue of Liberty:
(An excerpt)
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”