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Heartening Resistance

Our children had service expectations when they were in school as kids. Both of them volunteered at a local food charity providing food aid to any local children that asked for it. My wife and I have paid attention to the charity, deemed them one of the best uses of our charity budget, and have supported them for many years. We love children. We don't think children in our country or specifically in our school district should go hungry. We don't use a filter on who we want to keep from going hungry, because we were raised in faith traditions that teach that our god loves everyone and does not discriminate in that love.

Our nation's majority of voters have installed a leadership that does discriminate in ways loud and proud. There are many details to their cruelty. One small detail is their opposition to showing love to small children unless they have citizenship documents or at least look like they do according to some color scale similar to choosing a household paint.

The leader of the aforementioned food charity recently emailed supporters affirming that they would feed all children who ask and would not cooperate with agencies specializing in sending gun-toting thugs after children to deport them. 

As loud as Trump and company are, folk are resisting. From what I have read this story is being played out across the country, because not everyone in our country hates enough to just go along.

I've posted this one point before; the situation is incredibly fluid. Every time someone takes the path of least resistance with respect to a bigoted and vengeful tyrant and his minions others lose heart and capitulate. Every time someone says no, this is not right, others find strength to do likewise. Try to be in the latter group.

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