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Day 45. Holiday driving day, but thanks to my app, I’m still able to update.

Before our holiday visiting begins, I’m delighting myself by enjoying some of my favorite Christmas movies, TV shows, and other media. I’d love to hear your favorites too.

1. Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas. This is a lovely story about making music with your friends and family, and about how much better things are when we bring our different songs together. Possibly best of all: this YouTube video of outtakes is a scene of Emmet and his mom (played by Frank Oz) waiting 200 or so takes for a drum to roll properly. Oz never breaks character. I’m so disappointed that he was dubbed out of the final version (though I guess the final songs were better without him).

2. A Colbert Family Christmas: the Greatest Gift of All! Still so amazing. And any time you put Elvis Costello and Stephen Colbert together, it’s magic. Shamelessly stealing from my comment on a friend’s post of their duet and my favorite song, “There are Much Worse Things“:

Things that are great about this include, but are not limited to:

-A shout-out to the Santa Claus surveillance state

-Rhyming “Stephen” and “conceive in” with “believe in”

-Elvis Costello’s approach to fake piano playing, which I can only describe as “with gusto”

-A creeping warmth that invades this dispassionate dyspeptic’s heart as she contemplates the possibility of a “one man, four part Christmas carol waiting to be sung”

…and there are much worse things.

3. It’s A Wonderful Life. There are some messed up scenes in this movie, but the darkness and hyperbole of the Pottersville timeline always captures me. You guys! Mary is… *gasp*…an old maid!

4. Last but not least, the “Yes, Virginia” letter. Because there is a Santa Claus. Believe it.

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Last Days

Day 44.

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This man.

I might be sitting on my sofa right now listening to “One Last Time.” That feeling overtakes me every now and again. But this man is making so much of the days before he teaches us how to say goodbye.

Let’s review the incidents of his administration – this week.

  1. He has pardoned more people and commuted more sentences than any other president since such records have been kept. The commuted sentences (the vast majority) have mainly been drug offenses. The pardons have been for a variety of crimes, but they usually are amount to restoring rights after a person has already served time. He has granted clemency to more than his 11 predecessors combined.
  2. Congress passed, and he signed, a bill that extended the definition of religious freedom internationally to include atheists. Now atheists can be protected along with religious minorities under the Frank R. Wolf International Religious Freedom Act.
  3. He has permanently banned drilling throughout most of the Arctic and along the mid- and North-Atlantic coasts. The Continental Outer Shelf Lands Act of 1953 allows him to lease lands three miles from shore for drilling, or to remove unleased lands from disposition for drilling.
  4. Today he dismantled the NSEERS program. I’ve written about NSEERS before, and I called the White House to add my support to dismantling the program. I’m so moved today to find out he acted.

Why does this matter that he did this? If the Trump administration wants to set up a Muslim registry, isn’t it still easy? Not so much. Now that the old program has been dismantled, they would have to draft new regulations, submit them for public comment, and go through a regulatory approval process (as detailed in this article). If challenged in court (as they almost certainly would be), they would have to establish that their program does not discriminate based on religion or national origin.

But it also matters because we sent a message, and the message was heard.

It matters because it gives me the spark to keep going.

He told us we were the ones we’ve been waiting for.

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Hibernating

Day 43.

It was the shortest, darkest day of the year, and I feel like hibernating.

I’m looking forward to the Christmas and Hanukkah lights ahead. I’m part of a blended family; I grew up celebrating Hanukkah and Christmas both. And this year, because the first night of Hanukkah is also Christmas Eve, I’ll be introducing my in-laws to the Festival of Lights. I’m really looking forward to sharing the story of victory over oppression, of reclaiming our culture, in the face of discrimination.

In addition to sharing the story of Judah Maccabee, saying the blessings over the Hanukkah Candles, playing dreidel, and eating jelly donuts, I’m going to share a couple of Hanukkah stories I picked up at our favorite bookstore.

Oskar and the Eight Blessings is set on another long-ago Christmas Eve/Hanukkah – in 1938, when a boy arrives in New York. He’s been sent by his family to escape Europe after Kristallnacht. He encounters eight people on his journey to meet his aunt, and finds that even in dark times, people can be kind. The book is a lovely story told with gorgeous pictures that give the effect of a black and white movie, and take the reader on a trip from the Battery up to Harlem. And yes, there is a Hamilton reference.

Hershel and the Hanukkah Goblins tells the story of Jewish folk hero Hershel of Ostropol who outwits a group of goblins that stole Hanukkah from a small town. Hershel is fantastically clever and manages this heroic task without even the benefit of any latkes. This is a brilliantly written and illustrated tale that feels like a classic from the past, even though it’s only a few decades old.

These will be the boys’ first night gifts. And sharing Hanukkah with them, and with the rest of my family, will be mine.

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The Journey

Day 42.

One of my boys asked to know more about the war in Syria.

I don’t know enough yet to explain all of the political pieces to him. I was trying to figure out how to explain it to him in a way that was real – both true to the experience and that he and his brother can understand (my boys are almost six).

Then one of my favorite booksellers from my favorite bookshop recommended, as one of her best-of-2016 picks, The Journey, by Francesca Sanna.

Sanna met refugee children and combined their stories to create this brilliant book told from a child’s perspective – but with an awareness of an adult’s perspective too.

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The story has darkness, and fear, and worry, and shows the heartbreaking decisions families have to make when they’re trying to stay alive. There are also moments of strength and hope.

I bought it and we read it tonight. They worried about the things kids worry about – why they had to leave their cat behind. Where their suitcases went. Why their mommy is crying.

On the last few pages there was a note of hopefulness, though it doesn’t always end like that.

I’m meditating on this book tonight, on the journeys going on today and every day.

I’m also donating to the White Helmets today in honor of my favorite bookseller.

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I know

Day 41.

It’s been a long day. I’m reading today. Ta-Nehisi Coates’ “My President was Black” for The Atlantic is amazing. It’s been keeping me up late nights reading (I take a while to get through things, as the only time I have to myself to read is right before bed). This video (link to Facebook) is marvelously evocative, and makes me imagine my Bubbie serving a Jell-O mold to President Obama. It makes me think of my Bubbie serving Jell-O (after dinner) to my dad’s college roommates, who are superlative black men she hosted often because she lived so close to my father’s school.

There has been violence all over the world in the last several days. There is violence all over the world every day.

There is violence everywhere, every day.

I know my mission here. The holidays are a bit of a different time of year though. I’m going to be doing different actions. With vacation approaching and with Congress out of session until the new year, I’m going to focus on reading, and writing, and imagining.

I’m going to finish Ta-Nehisi Coates’ piece, and if I’m still awake, I’ll get back into Engines of Liberty.

More tomorrow.

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Grace on display

Day 39. I got to go to see a ballet today, which means I had a few moments of madly-grinning-unbridled joy watching 2 dozen dancers in formation throwing snow confetti and/or convincingly impersonating flowers in bloom. There was a lot of grace on display. Dance is hard work and the effortlessness of floating is the hardest part.

I want to display a bit more grace myself. I want to speak the truth and to speak it with grace. I struggle with this because I can be a bit, shall we say, direct. Less than graceful.

I read this article today about Derek Black, a man who grew up the son of Don Black (founder of Stormfront), the Godson of David Duke. He was a self-styled white nationalist, and he was an active one – he had a radio show with his father and had helped to popularize the concept of a white genocide. Until he went to college, and in a more diverse environment than he’d ever known, he began to feel uncomfortable with the beliefs he’d been living comfortably with his whole life. While he was away for a semester abroad, news of his past got out on a campus forum; when he returned he was ostracized.

Then Matthew Stevenson invited him to Shabbat dinner.

Stevenson displayed a lot of grace that night, and for many nights at many Shabbat dinners over the weeks and months that followed. Reading Eli Saslow’s article, it’s clear to me that Black’s mind would not have been changed if he hadn’t been invited and if he hadn’t been treated with such grace.

It’s not the answer to everything. But it’s something I can control.

I’m aiming to reach out to people who might not agree with me in the coming week, and to do so with grace. It won’t be effortless but I’ll try to make it look so.

 

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More than a phone call

Day 38.

Knowing the game is a long one and feeling like you’re getting somewhere are two different things. The actions I’ve been taking are effective, if loads of people are doing them, over a long time. But there may be ways to take the actions of fewer people further.

One of those is by learning from the past. An example: I have written before about reading Engines of Liberty, a book by my former professor, David Cole. The book talks about how citizen activism can change constitutional law. I’m in the first section, which talks about the fight for gay marriage. One of the things that I took to heart about this section was the reminder that this struggle, a relatively recent one, was not a steady march toward success. Hawaii was the first state where plaintiffs sued successfully for the right to marry; the state legislature almost immediately passed a constitutional amendment banning it. There were steps backward before there were strides forward. That’s encouraging at a time when things seem dark.

So how can I turn learning from the past into action? A friend posted this Google doc recently. It’s a bit long but worth a read – it takes the tactics used by the Tea Party, and adds manners, thus turning them into a progressive handbook for action that will have the biggest impact on Members of Congress.

Today, I read the document. I also decided to sign up for the regular newsletters of my Members. I’m also going to try to see about attending an event with a Member of Congress in the near future. An in-person connection means something, and it’s more than a phone call.

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False equivalency

Day 36.

Here is something I did a week ago that I’m finding has an afterglow. I’m still drawing strength from this action, which is pretty good, seeing as how I started it from a place of miserable rage.

The rage hit me when I read this article in the New York Times, titled “Political Divide on Campuses Hardens after Trump Victory.” This article went through some revisions after it was initially published, but it still contained the following when it was finished:

Bias incidents on both sides have been reported. A student walking near campus was threatened with being lit on fire because she wore a hijab. Other students were accused of being racist for supporting Mr. Trump, according to a campuswide message from Mark Schlissel, the university’s president.

You see it right? What I saw, and what made me fly into an all-caps-comment-spewing rage, was the false equivalency drawn between someone hearing that they’re racist, and someone’s very life being threatened.

Not the same. Not remotely.

So I wrote this letter, about a week ago now. It took some time. But when I’d finished I felt better. No less motivated, no less angry, but more able to find the problem and call it out. 

Here’s what I wrote. (They’re not going to publish it, so I might as well.)

To the Editor:

Your piece on the discomfort of Trump supporters at the University of Michigan compares their struggles to those of a Muslim student who was threatened with immolation if she didn’t remove her hijab. Conservative students there apparently can’t tell the difference between being called a racist and fearing for your life. Can you?

Today I hope you can find some way to sharpen yourself like writing this letter sharpened me. Find a way to point yourself at the problem. Tell the truth. Even if they don’t publish it, or they won’t.

And once you’ve done that? Get ready to keep doing it.