about 2008

I violated Obama’s “transparent transition

team” in the worst way when I sent that email at 4 a.m. about my horrific, awake abortion in Allentown, PA in early 1990.

I felt so guilty about this. like, he was fragile and incubating and had a beautiful dream of his presidency. And I ripped it up. I felt beholden to him after that in a way that I resented. At the same time, I felt obligated to be there in any way that was needed. The first Black President of the United States had certain unusual purvues

But, looking back,I do see how that moment, the email to the Transition team, was peculiarly like an abortion. In a way I had no intention for it to be.

It’s called poetic justice. He was trying to use the abortion rights belief at that time as a “sure thing” that he could count on for support not knowing that I, (for one), was listening.

God was.

I need out of Obama’s invisible loop continuing through the continuing outstretched murderous arms of Jo Biden.

it.

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