Saturday morning, Auntie Bridgett and I took the number 20 downtown to the North Park Blocks to join several thousand other people for a political rally. A rally is a demonstration to show your support of something. I have been to sport rallies in high school, and political rallies for candidates for Mayor, Governor, and President.
But this was a rally for families. Our President, Mr. Trump, has decided that people who want to come to America are committing a crime, and that this crime is so bad that parents are arrested and sent to jail, and separated from their children, who are also sent to jail. Yes, children, in jail.
So all over the country, people planned big get togethers to show their support for these families that have been pulled apart, and against Mr. Trump’s policy of separating families. People made signs, made up chants, and even wore some costumes. There was a brass band called TheUnPresidentedBrassBand, playing to keep everyone entertained. There were speeches by our Senator, Ron Wyden, a minister, a social worker, and many people who had come to America from different countries.
This is a very sad thing, breaking up families. The children aren’t told where their parents are or when they will see them. The parents are not told how to find their children, not told where they are. Lawyers can’t always get in to see or help these people and they are not told that they have any rights. No other crime in the country is dealt with like this. This is cruelty.
Now Mr. Trump is saying these people are “invaders” and “an infestation”, as though they were soldiers or, worse, rats or bugs. He equates them with dangerous gangs and criminals, saying that we have to lock them up to protect our country.
sometimes laws are wrong. Slavery was legal. Forbidding women from voting was legal. We have to pay attention to history so we can see what is happening from a longer perspective, and not always believe what people tell us. Laws can be wrong, and when they are, we need to say so and act on what we believe to change them.
This wasn’t as fun a post as many, but I wanted to let you know what I, along with about five thousand other people in Portland, were up to today.