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Grand Betryal

Being the mother of a daughter the return to medievalism perpetrated by the Supreme Court hits very close to home. My friends and family in other countries can't stop talking about how America's best days are well behind it and how this reversal of woman's rights will eventually have witches burning on stakes around the country. Just give it a few decades. 

They find it ludicrous that this country is so concerned about preserving democracies around the world, war-mongering nonstop to do so while at home half the population became second class citizen overnight. It is left to the Amazon's of the world to do what is right by the women of America. I came here a few decades ago and was able to make decent life for myself even as a single mother with no access to family support most of the time. My daughter is a great beneficiary of the system that helped her achieve her potential. 

The path from where I started to to this point has not been easy but it always seemed worthwhile. Today, I don't know anymore. Is this the country I want to see my grand-daughters raised in. Will they enjoy the same rights and privileges I did even as an immigrant. Is there an American Dream left for women anymore. Which of our rights will go next. Is there any guarantee that women will have a right to work or get equal pay for equal work even if they do. If the person is a second class legally, it seems like their rights and liberties would be second class too. There is no safe haven for a woman - my grand-daughter will have to travel across continents and oceans like I did to find a place that will let her live a dignified human existence. If our descent to the dark ages it faster then J will need to make that journey.

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