There’s a lot of angry women – angry people – up in your D.C. house today. Is that making you uncomfortable? I hope so.
“But I thought we had so much in common!” you might yell at your desk when you read this letter. “What about the road always rising to meet me and the wind always being at my back?”
Well, sir. Forgive me, because I’d really like to establish a solid pen pal relationship with you before we get into the nitty-gritty of our differences, but I’m feeling pretty unsettled today.
In March 2016, as governor of Indiana, you signed a bill outlawing abortion in cases of fetal anomaly. In 2011, as a Congressman, you signed – and sponsored – a bill to keep money from going to comprehensive healthcare organization Planned Parenthood, despite the fact that the Hyde Amendment already prevents federal money from being used for abortions. You said, “I long for the day that Roe v. Wade is sent to the ash heap of history.” You don’t think women can make decisions about their own bodies. You want to prevent women from receiving comprehensive health care – birth control, breast cancer screenings. You think women should be forced to carry fetuses to term even if they can’t live outside the womb. You think women are incubators.
As a Congressman, you opposed federal funding being used to support treatment for people with HIV and AIDS, unless the government also invested in programs to discourage people from having same-sex relationships. Your website said “Resources should be directed toward those institutions which provide assistance to those seeking to change their sexual behavior.” Conversion therapy? No thanks.
You opposed the Matthew Shepard and James Byrd Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act. Let’s review: Matthew Shepard was beaten and left tied to a fence to die because he was gay. James Byrd Jr. was chained to a truck by three white men and dragged to his death because he was African-American. You argued that a bill aimed to prevent these heinous hate crimes was advancing a “radical social agenda”. Forgive me, sir, but I think the person in this room (metaphorical room) advancing a radical social agenda is you.
I could go on and on, but my hand is beginning to cramp and I don’t want resulting carpal tunnel to be a pre-existing condition that prevents me from receiving health insurance in the future.
I wish I was there in D.C. with my friends and comrades, but — and you’ll be happy about this — I’m doing my womanly duty and parenting. I’m a single mom and it’s my weekend with my kid who, never fear, was born legitimately within the bonds of holy matrimony, though probably it wouldn’t count for you since our officiant was an atheist with an online minster credential. Hey, at least I married a dude. There was some question for a long time about whether or not that would be the case. Anyway, we’ll be protesting closer to home.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be in a better mood, but today? Today is our first full day with a president who actively promotes rape culture and a VP (that’s you!) who wants to usher in a real life Handmaid’s Tale. This is not normal and I am not okay.