…No. No I’m not. I try to keep politics out of my blog, I’m not sure why, but I do. But, for me–and I’m sure for most of us–human rights isn’t about politics? Right? I mean, that’s just basic, yes? I like to be one of the many voices of the downtrodden, the misused and marginalized. I strive to do it in my writing, why wouldn’t I strive to do it in my life as well?
And I know it’s almost greedy to want anything else from our government, from our justice department this week. I know that in times like these when we FINALLY get things right, we should just say thank you, kind sir, and roll around in our affordable health care and our rainbow flags without the shadow of the Confederate flag in our sunshine backdrop. I get that. The last thing I want to do is put a damper on that.
But, well you see… While celebrating Friday’s Supreme Court ruling and jumping from Facebook to Twitter to see all the love and encouragement–and to laugh at Antonin Scalia (poor thing)–I was also reminded of something else that happened on that day–June 26th–forty years before: The Pine Ridge shootout…