Showing posts with label standing up for my what I believe in. Show all posts
Showing posts with label standing up for my what I believe in. Show all posts

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Am I like the biggest tease ever?

I'm sorry guys, I see you keep coming back looking for an update and there is nothing here. I plan on having a post up on the Philly Moms Blog sometime tomorrow. I'll link to it just as soon as its up. I just want to make sure I do right by the subject, so it is taking me longer to write than I thought.

Until then go here, here and here and read about the issue. And lets have a conversation about it, either on MNT or on PMB when its posted.

And while you are waiting you can check out what I had to say about the 2010 Census and having to differentiate between "biological" and "adopted" children. It also got picked up here.

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Monday, March 22, 2010

We'll probably have to move now.

Tonight I stood up in a cafeteria full of parents attending a "community" meeting and spoke the only dissenting opinion.

I'll write more about the issue and the actual meeting later when I've stopped shaking.

But in a nut shell I sat through a three hour meeting full of reactionary fear based on poor information. A meeting where the vast majority of the people there had made a decision on the issue before they even got there. And once they were there didn't want to really listen to the answers to their questions.

I attended the meeting because I wanted to see how my community acted with each other. I never planned on speaking up. Mostly I wanted to make sure I understood the issue and then be able to go "hyper local" for a blog post on the Philladelphia Moms Blog. 

But I just couldn't take it by the end when not a single person there spoke up expressing concern for anyone but their own families. 

Fear. A room full of fear. Reactionary fear.

And I spoke up and said I was saddened by the lack of compassion in my own community. 

And while I was doing it I knew it wasn't making me popular.

I told Rich I'm pretty sure I never said my name, so we may be OK. 

Except for giving my name to the reporter that was there. Oh crap.



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