'Love thine enemy'
When Trump won the election, I cried, and went into a depression for days. But when the opportunity came to march against him, I stayed home. I felt that resisting Trump in that way would make me more depressed. I might become less effective at my job, and even get physically sick.
But I've found a way to help. Every day I pray, "God, please bless Donald Trump, and help him to do Your will." If I had resisted Trump by getting angry and thinking badly of him, my energy might have made him worse. But by sending him love, I might make him better.
I remember the story about the sun and the wind. Each was vying to see who could make a man take off his coat. First the wind blew on the man, but the more forcefully he blew, the more the man tightened his coat around him.
Then the sun shone his rays so much that the man had to take his coat off.
I've been an activist for a long time, and have done my share of marching. I'm glad that people are marching against Trump. I'm afraid of what might happen if they didn't.
But for my part, I choose to go the way of the sun: To bathe Trump with so much love that he has no choice but to take off that coat.
Trump's pro-death policy
President Trump’s recent reintroduction of the "global gag rule" bars federal money from any organization around the world that even mentions the option of abortion. This ban simultaneously eliminates access to women's general health care including contraception, cancer screening and vaccinations.
The Bush-era version of this policy which reduced availability to contraception in Africa actually increased abortion rates there. This war on women around the globe targets the most vulnerable. This is not a pro-life policy; it is pro-death. More women will die.
If you are concerned about women’s health care around the world, call the White House at 202-456-1111 and let them hear from you.
Cling to our right to health care
"I Will Give Up My Gun When They Peel My Cold Dead Fingers From Around It” was made popular by the National Rifle Association and by Charlton Heston in 2000 when the actor was NRA’s president. The statement conjures up a stark mental image this cold January.
On Jan. 6 I turned age 65 so now have a new treasure in my wallet — my Medicare card. As a throat cancer survivor I just had another follow-up appointment with my specialist. Upon arrival I proudly presented my new card with a smile I couldn’t hide as I handed it to the receptionist and we spoke briefly about the current political jeopardy facing Medicare. She commented how the paper card becomes hard to read when the "really old timers” come in. After my appointment I went to a print shop and paid 95 cents to laminate my new Medicare card so it will last a long, long time.
Today that image in my head has evolved to look like this: "I Will Give Up My Medicare Card When They Peel My Cold Dead Fingers From Around It.” Charlton Heston spoke for gun rights. I speak for the universal human right to healthcare.
Will Walden listen?
I was dismayed that our Second District congressman, Greg Walden, voted for HR7 on Jan. 24. This bill is another attack on women’s reproductive rights, stripping insurance companies of the ability to provide comprehensive services to women of childbearing age. It will not only affect low income and minority women but also federally employed high-income women with otherwise good insurance coverage.
For me, as a retired OB/GYN nurse practitioner and as a woman, Walden’s vote was especially egregious. I will be watching to see if he is able to get beyond party politics and listen to the women of his district.
Claudia Little BSN, MPH