In early 2012, in the Commonwealth of Virginia, war was declared on American women by men like Ken Cuccinelli, EW Jackson, Mark Obenshain, Bob McDonnell, Rob Bell and members of Virginia’s General Assembly. How and when we follow in the footsteps of those to whom Memorial Day is dedicated and, like them, defend the Constitution of the United States, matters.
This is not a war for the violence of guns and pepper spray, but rather of visits, calls, and letters that educate Congress: until all of us are equal in the Constitution, all matter less.
Honoring our Stature of Liberty welcoming promise to our immigrant ancestors; honoring Moms, Dads, Teachers, First Responders to disaster and tragedy and calling out a Paul Tudor Jones traitor to equality, honoring female traders who trade, mother and repel the bondage of inequality imposed by men who’ve forgotten what matters; honoring both sexes who fought to defend “Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness,” we honor Memorial Day every day, and it matters.
Who do you remember and what do you think about on Memorial Day? I remember Mom and how much she mattered at church and home, and how much she mattered to my Veteran of two wars, Dad.
I remember Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal, John Kennedy’s New Frontier, Lyndon Johnson’s Great Society, Bill Clinton’s “arithmetic” government surplus, Obamacare and 2009 Lilly Ledbetter Act – and I remember Wall Street rewarded for attempted economic murder of Main Street.
Memories of what matters are reset every Memorial Day, like letters from home to Philadelphia reminded Founding Fathers, the road to freedom passes through sacrifice and justice to get to equality.
I remember, despite Declaration of Independence exceptions, our mold for who matters was cast, ‘for better or worse,’ and the road to equality, though less travelled, was paved with the ‘blood, sweat and tears’ of all those left out, until next installment of who matters, on New Year’s Day 1863.
I remember teachers to whom education mattered, making me feel I mattered — Teachers like those in Moore Oklahoma and Sandy Hook who threw themselves between wrath of God and madness of man to protect and serve.
I remember 9/11 and those who, by land and East River, raced to help those in need, disregarding colors, political parties and sexual preferences. I remember learning at mass, ‘there is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.’
Honoring Commanders-in-Chief, I remember all the women standing in line, just behind, kept below, and salute Sergeant Molly Hayes, Anna Maria Lane, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Emma Lazarus, Susan B. Anthony, Alice Paul, Marian Anderson, Eleanor Roosevelt, Henrietta Lacks, Rosa Parks, Hillary Clinton, one hundred women buried at Normandy Beach, more than a thousand volunteer Air Force Service Pilots (WASP aviators), who flew in much needed wartime supplies to those in battle, including delivering bombers and many other types of aircraft, and I’m haunted by those maimed or killed in Iraq and Afghanistan especially those raped by our own.
Truth is, America can’t be exceptional until without exception, penis or not, every American is constitutionally equal. This is the very fiber in which we are woven together with Eden, Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor and Memorial Day, and if we don’t want this ‘infra-structure’ of society to fail from neglect like our bridges, we need to insist Congress and State Houses acknowledge, ‘Women Matter.’