The Supreme Court Strikes Again, and Again

Supreme Court building

“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” ~ Wayne Dyer

“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds, cannot change anything.” ~ George Bernard Shaw

I don’t go out much these days. I’m extremely busy at home with chores related to all of my various projects. I’m glad I’m not out in the world because the mood at our house is bad enough. Barry and I are both disheartened. We don’t think there is much to celebrate this 4th of July.

But then I remember that it’s always darkest before the dawn. I know that’s literally true because I used to leave for work at 6:00 a.m. and in Arizona it doesn’t get light in the winter until after 7:00 a.m.

So, I vacillate between despair and hope. The ultra-conservatives are celebrating their victories, but it feels to me like their celebrations will be short lived, because they have ticked off a whole lot of people. And they’ve done it in an election year.

I was taught that when you try to control everything and everyone, you end up losing in the end. People rebel, the money and goods you hoarded go bad or lose their value, your reputation gets damaged because you cheated, and you either die, or end up alone.

I take comfort from all the times in history when the dictators, oppressors, monarchs, and horrible bosses got their comeuppances. I know, I know the relief didn’t always last very long, but maybe this time it will. I mean humanity has to wake up at some point. We have to make the choice to honor each other, our planet, and the truth over everything else eventually, right? That’s what progress is all about. 

What I plan to do is get out and vote in the primaries, and in the general election in November and hope that maybe all of the politicians and Justices who want to turn back the clock will have to be held accountable for their bad choices. It’s not going to happen over night, but miracles do happen. Armies that should have lost, won. Oppressive regimes fell when no one thought they would. Billionaires who cheat to gain all their wealth get exposed and sent to jail. Maybe one day all the innocent people who were put in jail will be released and all the corrupt politicians, religious leaders, and business people will take their place.

Some of you will say I’m dreaming, but I’d rather visualize a world where everyone is treated with respect and equity than the one we’re living in right now.

That’s all I have to say right now. Take care of yourselves and your loved ones. And make your voice heard in any way you can. If you live in the U.S. be sure and vote.

Lucinda Sage-Midgorden © 2022

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I grew up in the West, the descendant of people traveling by wagon train to a new life. Some of their determination and wanderlust became a part of me. I imagine them sitting around the campfire telling stories, which is why I became first a theatre artist, then a teacher and now a writer. They are all ways of telling stories.

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