So beautifully written, Switter. Heart-breaking. And one does not have to look as far as Africa or the Middle East. Chicago, Detroit, New York, Los Angeles, any large US city can show you the same abject misery of women.
A necessary if painful reminder. There is always something we can do.
Last weekend, despite having had easy access to it for many years, I visited the Harriet Tubman Byway Visitor Center for the first time. My eyes leaked through the entire opening film at both the injustice of enslavement and also the relentless drive Tubman had to do what she could to change it.
So beautifully written, Switter. Heart-breaking. And one does not have to look as far as Africa or the Middle East. Chicago, Detroit, New York, Los Angeles, any large US city can show you the same abject misery of women.
It doesn’t have to be that way. We can change the world, IF we want.
I am sure we can, but, where does someone like me begin….?
The Google. You will find organizations, and then you should check Charity Navigator to see how efficient and transparent they are.
One I always appreciated was the Haitian Health Foundation. Start there.
Thank you, Switter
So true Sharon.
A necessary if painful reminder. There is always something we can do.
Last weekend, despite having had easy access to it for many years, I visited the Harriet Tubman Byway Visitor Center for the first time. My eyes leaked through the entire opening film at both the injustice of enslavement and also the relentless drive Tubman had to do what she could to change it.
She was a fierce woman who knew what to fight for.
When, O, When will she grace the $20 bill?
Most of Ms. Tubman's recognition has been shuttered by the current administration, I believe. One of thousands of transgressions.
Yes...but also, thankfully, not the visitor's center in Dorchester County -- unless there's something big I've missed.
We are blessed beyond measure. Thank you for the cold splash of reality.
We can’t forget them amidst all our privilege.
Thank you, Switter, for expanding on my Note.
Every path seems to have brambles. They sting. And they teach.
Your words re-teach about women who have often a special plight. It breaks into me every word you write and every image I see in my mind's eye.
Keep us tearfully aware, and moving toward a better place.