Angry, Fed Up, and Determined
I’m spending Saturday working a fund raiser for the church’s separately incorporated 501(c)(3) mission organization. It’s not protesting on the front lines against the horror that is the “Zero Tolerance” family separation immigration; it’s not protesting the utter gall of an executive who is under multiple federal investigations to think he has the right to appoint a justice to the court that will undoubtedly decide some or all of his fate in the years to come. But it is, in its way, a protest: that this mission organization is even necessary makes raising funds for it a protest against the deepening unkindness of American civic society that allows the wealthiest and loudest to get far more than their fair share when far too many of the poorest and silenced don’t even receive a chicken in every pot, never mind any more than minimal public support for the education and care of their children or jobs that pay truly living wages. I am angry. I’m angry that the government