The glorious blue and gold summer day permeated by the scent of wild roses faded as the ominous words swirled around my head trying to get in. Roe overturned.
For a moment rebellion – disbelief, NO, something screamed in silent anguish. NO. Then mind flooded with poison… Pure hatred rose in a frightening swell that threatened to overpower my instincts. But I heard the words: “Go parallel with your hatred –do not give in.” Words that brought me back to my body, to my senses.
My hair caught fire. How did they get away with it again? First Kavanaugh, a credibly accused rapist elected to the Supreme Court – a few years in between and now Roe overturned. Men deciding how women should behave, men insisting that women support ‘life’ at their own expense – rape doesn’t count. Women have lost their most basic human right – the right to have control over their own bodies.
As of today men control our bodies – we are forced by men to have children that may end up destroying us, physically or psychologically. Innocent children born and forced to live the life of the unwanted child like I did – never ‘good enough’ always trying harder to please, or worse, angry poverty stricken children ending up striking back through pain and hatred by repeating the pattern of neglect or abuse vindictively.
Worst of all we are already overloaded with humans on a planet that can no longer support us. We are literally running out of food, clean air and water and yet we insist that women function as baby machines forcing even more children to be born? How do we ignore the children who starve, children who are abandoned, children who have no access to medical assistance?
Children that will struggle to live through whatever terrors may lie ahead.
We have already proved how much humans have come to hate the living breathing earth. It’s not much of a stretch to include hatred of women and children in the mix.
Last night I had a terrifying dream. As a naturalist I have a deep love for trees and in my dream every single tree I loved was cut down. I turned to my tormentors screaming “who took care of those trees, nurtured and loved those trees, cared for the birds who had nests in those trees with eggs?” The men shut up. “Where’s my paycheck?” I screeched again, enraged by grief too deep for words, knowing that it was too late and nothing would make a difference.
I awakened horrified. Now I know why. Those trees were women. As Julia Butterfly Hill said to Luna, the tree she lived in for almost two years in order to keep her alive:
“The world stops
and holds its breath
What will “she “ do?
What will “she” say?
What does “she” see?
As if “she” is something other
Moderator’s Note: Places for women to seek out help, places to donate:
These two agencies help with finances and other resources for women who need to travel to obtain an abortion
This agency co-ordinates and is a clearing house for information. It helps people find local help
HBO Documentary – The Janes
BIO: Sara Wright is a naturalist, ethologist (a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.