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We Have Always Lived in the Castle

I am glad my mother didn't live to see this. We lost her three years ago in April, much too soon. She was a school nurse. She volunteered as a court-appointed special advocate for vulnerable children. The news of a nursing baby wrested from her mother's arms? Of children being taken from their parents and flown across the country in the middle of the night? Her heart would have been broken, as mine is. Her rage would have been incandescent, as mine is. And now we're supposed to please applaud as Trump pisses on the fire he started. And all over the place, "this isn't the America I grew up in!" News-fucking-flash. It is, it always has been. You just didn't have to know about it. I just didn't have to know about it.

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