I dreamed about Brett Kavanaugh the night after he was confirmed as our newest Supreme Court Justice and President Trump apologized to him on behalf of us all. My dream was vivid in detail. Judge Kavanaugh had grown his hair long and was sitting, open-robed, among the other justices, smoking a cigarette, a large gold medal strung around his neck on a royal blue ribbon.
As I dream, my feelings—about white male entitlement, a patriarchal system that promotes those of the wrong temperament, a society that doesn’t believe women like Dr. Christine Blasey Ford or #MeToo—betray me. Last week was long and difficult. How does one bounce back from a week like that?
Thumbing through my books in search of words that might offer me a renewed sense of purpose, some reason to keep on keeping on, I came across this:
…And right action is freedom
From past and future also.
For most of us, this is the aim
Never here to be realized;
Who are only undefeated
Because we have gone on trying…
Keep on trying, for our daughters and our daughter’s daughters and all the daughters of God who, made in Her image, deserve better than this.