Dear Snobs:
I know. You are worried because here I am writing about something apolitical. Maybe I had a stroke in my sleep that reset my brain to more pleasant topics. Did I say pleasant?
Yes, I know. You went on a 5 day luxury tour of XYZ country and you think I am a barbarian for craving ice, cheap booze, toilets that I understand, and great hunks of affordable beef? You would never eat a hamburger in Europe, you say with haughty assurance. Or, perhaps you read a travel article in the paper that disagrees with my experience last week? Oh, well.
Ha. I have suffered. Suffered, I tell you.
The older I get, the less that I like "travel." I want vacations! Nice vacations. I don't want to have to walk 10 miles because I got lost. I want to walk one mile for exercise. In a tropical paradise. With a margarita in hand.
Here is budget travel in a nutshell: I have slept on trains, planes, and in automobiles; slept on ferry decks -- right on the wooden floor; slept in train stations on benches. Slept at rest areas.
I have been lost everywhere; been unable to figure out how to use a telephone -- numbers of times; driven down streets that were so narrow I was in danger of losing the side mirrors of a small car; taken a ferry to an isolated spot and realized there was no return ferry; eaten brains by accident; accidentally gotten in line to board a ferry going God only knows where and had to drive over the barriers to get out of said line...
I have peed in parking lots, by the side of the road, in national parks, clean restrooms, dirty restrooms... I have used men's restrooms. And, I have gone poo-poo in public toilets at night that no lighting! None! I had to guess if my waste products were going in the toilet or landing on the floor.
This is a good place to say that I am a country girl who grew up to be a woman with a weak bladder. I will pee anywhere. My husband is a city boy. He can hardly bear to use the bathroom in any public area. Me peeing in a parking lot almost killed him. He's never been the same since. But, I digress.
I peed all over myself using an unlit public toilet in a park and had to walk right out soaking wet.
My one goal in life... I repeat: My one goal was never be defeated by a toilet.
I vowed that I would figure out how to flush even the most unusual toilet no matter where I was. Whether it be a toilet with a chain, a foot pedal, a lever cleverly hidden somewhere or a squatter, I was determined to never be defeated by a toilet.
But I was defeated in a park bathroom where it was too dark to even find the handle or the chain or the foot pedal or the lever to flush the toilet.
I failed to achieve this one goal. Flushing every time. I had to give up. This was before cell phones. Were it to happen today, I would have the flashlight on my phone.
Which makes me wonder why in hell I didn't travel with a flashlight!
Love, Vivian
PS Have fun on your journeys! Dedicated to Lyman and Jen Elliot!
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Friday, September 14, 2018
DEAR PARENTS
Dear Parents: Freud blamed you and I do, too.
Wednesday night at dinner, I was shocked by the little family sitting next to us: two older adults and an young boy around seven. They were older and I assumed that they were the grandparents.
The woman sat next to the child. The man sat across from the woman. The woman was attentive without being overly so and the child was quiet and well-behaved.
The man did not look at nor speak to the child the entire meal. That is what grabbed my attention.
Later, the woman asked the boy to, "Give Daddy a bite." Was he really really really the father!?! Did I hear that correctly?
Then, the next day I am in line at a store. The woman in front of me has a toddler that I cannot see. She is asking the child, "Do you want your doll? Do you want the lady to hand you your doll?" The clerk hands over the doll and the toddler reaches for it. The child is a boy -- unless it is a girl whose every item of clothing is "boy's." This mother just bought her boy a doll! Halleluyah!
We have inspected every single bit of sexism in child-rearing. But, this wasn't words or theory. This was a picture.
We tell boys in no uncertain words -- and, in full color pictures -- that they do not take care of children. Are not responsible for children. Do not attend to children. Do not even need to look at or speak to their children. Or, listen.
Every time we say, "Boys do not play with dolls," "Dolls are sissy toys," "Boys don't play house," "Don't be a sissy," we are telling them that they don't need to pay attention to children or care for them.
Go buy all the boys in your life a doll. Now! Get out the door.
BTW, I have never met a mother who doesn't know how old her children are nor what grade they are in. But, I have interviewed men who don't know their children's ages nor their grade in school.
So, go already! Buy those dolls!
Love,
VLL
Wednesday night at dinner, I was shocked by the little family sitting next to us: two older adults and an young boy around seven. They were older and I assumed that they were the grandparents.
The woman sat next to the child. The man sat across from the woman. The woman was attentive without being overly so and the child was quiet and well-behaved.
The man did not look at nor speak to the child the entire meal. That is what grabbed my attention.
Later, the woman asked the boy to, "Give Daddy a bite." Was he really really really the father!?! Did I hear that correctly?
Then, the next day I am in line at a store. The woman in front of me has a toddler that I cannot see. She is asking the child, "Do you want your doll? Do you want the lady to hand you your doll?" The clerk hands over the doll and the toddler reaches for it. The child is a boy -- unless it is a girl whose every item of clothing is "boy's." This mother just bought her boy a doll! Halleluyah!
We have inspected every single bit of sexism in child-rearing. But, this wasn't words or theory. This was a picture.
We tell boys in no uncertain words -- and, in full color pictures -- that they do not take care of children. Are not responsible for children. Do not attend to children. Do not even need to look at or speak to their children. Or, listen.
Every time we say, "Boys do not play with dolls," "Dolls are sissy toys," "Boys don't play house," "Don't be a sissy," we are telling them that they don't need to pay attention to children or care for them.
Go buy all the boys in your life a doll. Now! Get out the door.
BTW, I have never met a mother who doesn't know how old her children are nor what grade they are in. But, I have interviewed men who don't know their children's ages nor their grade in school.
So, go already! Buy those dolls!
Love,
VLL
Friday, September 7, 2018
DEAR SISTERS!
My Dear Sisters:
Here is
what we have.
We have
predominantly white men in charge of our country at the local, state, and
national level and in every branch of government.
These men
are controlling our lives through legislation and policy as well as through academia and their professional lives and works. And, they are shockingly
ignorant and hateful toward women.
They reveal
continuously, in public, that they lack even the most basic knowledge of women,
anatomy and physiology, basic reproduction, birth control, abortion,
psychology, etc.
And, they
reveal their complete lack of empathy and their utter
disregard for the welfare of their wives, mothers, sisters, daughters.
This level
of disregard amounts to hatred.
Are we so accustomed to this that it has become invisible to us? Don't let that happen.
Let’s
correct the record.
No, birth
control is not abortion. Perhaps this has been a talking point within the
Catholic Church to discourage birth control. But, millions of women are not
Catholic, don’t want to follow the religion of our lawmakers, and don’t want a
Supreme Court Justice this ignorant and biased.
Brett
Kavanaugh Refers To Birth Control As 'Abortion-Inducing Drugs' At Confirmation
Hearing – this week. NYT
And, no,
the female body does not have a way of “shutting that whole thing down” in the
case of rape as Todd Akin professed. Women – and girls – get pregnant from
rape. Republican men and women elected a man this ignorant and vile to a
position of power over women.
19 August
2012, U.S. Representative Todd Akin (R) of Missouri
Nope. There is no such thing as "legitimate" and "illegitimate" rape.
Republican
Akin didn’t give up! “Two years later, while appearing in another television
interview with MSNBC to promote his new book Firing Back, Akin asserted that
“legitimate rape” was a law enforcement term and that his original remark had
been “intentionally misunderstood.” No, it isn’t a law enforcement term.
No, women
cannot relax and enjoy rape. Rape is brutal. Internal and external organs are ripped and
damaged, their hair is pulled out, they are beaten and bruised, and they are
sometimes raped by pipes, brooms, etc. Imagine a man having a broomstick forced
up his anus or down his throat while being beaten. Can you hear us now?
“Rape is kinda like the weather. If it’s inevitable, relax and enjoy it.” (Clayton Williams, GOP nominee, TX, 1991)
“Rape is kinda like the weather. If it’s inevitable, relax and enjoy it.” (Clayton Williams, GOP nominee, TX, 1991)
No, women don't usually feel this way, Mr. Santorum.
“Santorum responded
by saying that although a pregnancy resulting from a rape might be “horrible,”
it was nonetheless a “gift of human life” and that “we have to make the best
out of a bad situation.”
Does any
woman alive believe that “God intended” for her to get pregnant from rape? No.
“Even when
life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God
intended to happen.”
23 October
2012, Richard Mourdock (R)
No, women
do not “get cleaned out” by rape kits. Even women can be shockingly ignorant or
willing to go to disgusting lengths to promote her view:
“In the emergency room they have what’s called rape kits, where a woman can get cleaned out.”
“In the emergency room they have what’s called rape kits, where a woman can get cleaned out.”
23 June
2013, Jodie Laubenberg, Republican of TX
No. No one ever has a right to use his -- or her -- superior strength to harm another human being. This makes me think someone should have done a background check of Rep Lockman.
“If a woman has (the right to an abortion), why shouldn’t a man be free to use
his superior strength to force himself on a woman? At least the rapist’s
pursuit of sexual freedom doesn’t (in most cases) result in anyone’s death.”
February
2014, Lawrence
I think women might be forgiven for engaging in "identity politics," or a little misandry.
Not feeling the love today,
VLL
Saturday, July 21, 2018
DEAR VIPP'S AND VRD'S
Dear Political Parties and...
VIPP's (Very Important Political People) & VRD's (Very Rich Donor's):
I love you to pieces! I don't know you, but I sure know who you are. What's not to love!?!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for thinking for me! For choosing my candidates and making all political decisions for us women! I appreciate that you let me know who you are choosing for me! Thank you so very much for suppressing the candidates that women want to run! What would happen to the world order if our choices were taken into account?!? You are really looking our for us, in spite of what people say.
Hmmmm... I know that you know that women have uhhhh ... uteri. Oh, wait, I am not sure that you realize that we have uteri -- based on comments by politicians. We do have uteri.
[Thank you for looking out for our reproductive care! You are looking out for us, aren't you? Do you know what reproductive care is? Did you know that we have uteri? Can you define Fallopian tube?]
And, yes, we are awash in female hormones. We are prone to hysteria and tend to vote only for attractive men -- so you better watch out. JK. We are unable to think straight because of throbbing ... hormones.
We would be lost without you and your firm guidance and sage-like wisdom!
Thank you so much for allowing me to get an education - in spite of being female! To become a professional - in spite of my hormones! To earn a living - in spite of fits of hysteria! To travel the world - in spite of my fragility! To pay taxes. To have a retirement plan! And, to get rich off Social Security - in spite of just being the little lady! I love cat food, BTW.
I am buying stock in Purina, BTW!
Oh, wait. I am female. A woman. A girl. A daughter, sister, mother, aunt.
And, who do you choose for me to vote for? Men! Men who do not have a history of treating women well.
But, I've got big news: Women have the right to vote in the USA! Wow. You didn't know, did you?
Yes: The 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution granted American women the right to vote, a right known as women's suffrage, and was ratified on August 18, 1920, ending almost a century of protest.
In two years, we will be celebrating 400 years of suffrage! No... 200? No, we have only had the right to vote for 98 years this August 18.
And, that makes me furious. So, did you know that some of us "spite vote?" Yes, we vote just to prove that we can!
My grandmothers and all of my great aunts and all of my matriarchs were born without the right to vote. But, they still ran farms and businesses or went out and got jobs when widowed - or, God forbid, when divorced. Or... they took jobs as poor women have always done.
They followed the laws of the land.
They still paid taxes.
They still paid taxes! Taxation without representation. They couldn't vote but they weren't exempt from paying taxes! Whaaaaa????
I bet that, in spite of what the polls say, there are lots of Republican women who are disgusted with the candidate that VIPP's and VRD's graciously chose for them.
I am
disgusted with elected Democrats, VIPP's and VRD's choosing candidates for voters at all. By the time they add their money, their power, their influence... Did I mention money & power & influence?
Your system has motivated many hysterical, misguided, ill-informed women who are drunk on estrogen to run for office.
Well, women, we better get to the polls and vote for these #WonderWomen who are #RunningAndWinning
A record number of women are running for office this year - and, winning! Running and winning. I like the sound of that.
Have our illustrious overwhelmingly male political leaders failed to notice that over half the population is women?
We vote. We donate
money. We volunteer in droves.
The
majority of volunteers on every campaign is women.
So, watch out. We are #RunningandWinning.
Voting in Spite Forever Yours,
Viviain LL
Monday, May 7, 2018
DEMS WHO ACT JUST LIKE TRUMP
Dear Trolls,
Anonymous trolls. Bots. Fake accounts. And, real people who troll in their own names! People with jobs. Families. Friends.
How do they ever make and keep friends? How did they ever find a partner? Maybe they make a pact to hate the same people? What if one troll hates someone and the other troll friend loves that person? Do they get a troll divorce. Ah, who cares...
So, the Silly Season is here and has been for a year. That is Election Season. When best friends stop speaking to you because they don't like who you supported in a Primary Election. When you finally realized that most of those folks that you thought were friends were merely "connections." And, you appreciate your true friends even more.
But, it is also Troll Season. Icky.
Last week, it occurred to me that trolls remind me of Donald Trump. They lie. They twist & degrade every single thing that their target says. And, they lie. And, they lie. And, then lie some more. With no shame whatsoever. If you have a different opinion, they call you a liar. They call misunderstandings lies. They call demonstrable facts lies. Just like #45!
And, I suspect that they believe their own lies. Just as #45 does. They don't know that they are lying. They really really don't.
They have no shame! They are never embarrassed. This is the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed. They have no self-awareness and hence no pride and hence no shame. Just like #45. None. This is astounding to me.
How could you not know that no one thinks you're cool? No one believes a word that you say? That you are making a complete ass of yourself every day! Just like #45.
Were trolls the playground bullies or were they the shy kids who got bullied and now have "keyboard courage?" I suspect that they are scared little rabbits IRL.
I have met 2 trolls. One of them trolled under his real name and under some fake accounts. He made a technological mistake that enable me to see/prove that he was the troll. He glowed when accused of trolling. He appeared delighted while also denying it -- even though it was provable.
The other appeared terrified when I walked up and introduced myself. He sat quietly and shyly at a table all night. No mixing and mingling. But, on-line? He is a rattlesnake. Not a very good writer. Not very witty. Not very literate. But nasty in the "na na nuh boo boo" way from grade school. A lot like #45! He also writes, "OMG!" a lot!
They are relentless. They win every argument because they count on being the meanest SOB at the keyboard. And, they lie. Just like #45. Do they ever clean the house or go fishing or have dinner with a friend?
They love drama! Love it! Just like #45!
And, they must be filled with hate. They must be really icky inside. Just like #45.
What is the purpose of all of this?
Bullies feel good about themselves. They like bullying. They enjoy it. They were often the victim of a "bully" parent and now they believe that they have power. POWER! They may have the strategic goal of stopping/limiting participation in some group or forum -- Most people won't speak up if 5 trolls are going to jump in and make fun of them then call them liars.
So, do not be deterred and do not feed the trolls.
I tried to say, "Dear Trolls, I love you! I really really do!" But, I spit up a little in my mouth and couldn't get the words out.
I love every one else in the world except narcissists/trolls. Because I suspect those are synonyms.
VLL
Anonymous trolls. Bots. Fake accounts. And, real people who troll in their own names! People with jobs. Families. Friends.
How do they ever make and keep friends? How did they ever find a partner? Maybe they make a pact to hate the same people? What if one troll hates someone and the other troll friend loves that person? Do they get a troll divorce. Ah, who cares...
So, the Silly Season is here and has been for a year. That is Election Season. When best friends stop speaking to you because they don't like who you supported in a Primary Election. When you finally realized that most of those folks that you thought were friends were merely "connections." And, you appreciate your true friends even more.
But, it is also Troll Season. Icky.
Last week, it occurred to me that trolls remind me of Donald Trump. They lie. They twist & degrade every single thing that their target says. And, they lie. And, they lie. And, then lie some more. With no shame whatsoever. If you have a different opinion, they call you a liar. They call misunderstandings lies. They call demonstrable facts lies. Just like #45!
And, I suspect that they believe their own lies. Just as #45 does. They don't know that they are lying. They really really don't.
They have no shame! They are never embarrassed. This is the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed. They have no self-awareness and hence no pride and hence no shame. Just like #45. None. This is astounding to me.
How could you not know that no one thinks you're cool? No one believes a word that you say? That you are making a complete ass of yourself every day! Just like #45.
Were trolls the playground bullies or were they the shy kids who got bullied and now have "keyboard courage?" I suspect that they are scared little rabbits IRL.
I have met 2 trolls. One of them trolled under his real name and under some fake accounts. He made a technological mistake that enable me to see/prove that he was the troll. He glowed when accused of trolling. He appeared delighted while also denying it -- even though it was provable.
The other appeared terrified when I walked up and introduced myself. He sat quietly and shyly at a table all night. No mixing and mingling. But, on-line? He is a rattlesnake. Not a very good writer. Not very witty. Not very literate. But nasty in the "na na nuh boo boo" way from grade school. A lot like #45! He also writes, "OMG!" a lot!
They are relentless. They win every argument because they count on being the meanest SOB at the keyboard. And, they lie. Just like #45. Do they ever clean the house or go fishing or have dinner with a friend?
They love drama! Love it! Just like #45!
And, they must be filled with hate. They must be really icky inside. Just like #45.
What is the purpose of all of this?
Bullies feel good about themselves. They like bullying. They enjoy it. They were often the victim of a "bully" parent and now they believe that they have power. POWER! They may have the strategic goal of stopping/limiting participation in some group or forum -- Most people won't speak up if 5 trolls are going to jump in and make fun of them then call them liars.
So, do not be deterred and do not feed the trolls.
I tried to say, "Dear Trolls, I love you! I really really do!" But, I spit up a little in my mouth and couldn't get the words out.
I love every one else in the world except narcissists/trolls. Because I suspect those are synonyms.
VLL
Thursday, November 16, 2017
Dear Women-Hating Men
Yes, we sure do have some women haters out there! Why isn't that as horrible an insult as calling women, "man haters?" Ever notice that?
The purpose of "mild" sexually inappropriate behavior is to humiliate women and to show us that we are powerless. Surely that is not a secret?
I am not talking about someone who misreads the cues and leans in for a kiss... Although saying "I feel like kissing you," would give men the answer.
Common acts of abuse of power as sexual misconduct:
+ Boys used to snap girls' bra straps when I was in HS. Back in the dark ages.
+ Boys used to "dunk" girls at the pool until I really thought that they were going to miscalculate and drown us. No they did not respond to fighting back nor to reason and logic.
+ Boys in science classes at Janesville Craig High School made very inappropriate comments in science classes during group projects such as dissections.
The teacher told us that since he didn't hear it, he couldn't do anything about it.
Why didn't I also call their parents? Why didn't he just make a blanket announcement:
"Hey. Stop making sexually inappropriate comments in class. All sexual comments are inappropriate in class."
+ A boy at Craig was making a disgusting sexual play on words using a certain girl's name. She insisted that I not contact him, his parents, or the school. I told her she that had one day to stop it or I would stop it. She found an acceptable way to address it - through a friend.
Compared to gang rapes during war - and other extreme violence - this is very mild.
Yet, each of these event enraged me. They made me very aware of how small I was - and, I was.
That I was fundamentally helpless.
And, that was the goal: To show girls that boys are big and strong and we are helpless against them.
What if women went around grabbing me by the crotch? Do not tell me that any man would like being randomly grabbed.
What if we stuck our hands down men's pants or grabbed them by the balls, or rammed our tongues down their throats, or rammed broom sticks up their a$$es. If you find that inappropriate conversation...?
No! Adults & other teens do not help. Teachers did not help.
#TestosteronePoisoning
#TheFutureIsFemale
I love y'all!
V
Monday, September 11, 2017
Dear Immigrants: Ryan and Company
Dear Republican Immigrants:
No, not the newly despised, the formerly despised. YOU. All of you recovered immigrants.
Paul Ryan, remember when your Irish family came to these shores? Remember when they were starving in Ireland? Literally. Dying of malnutrition. Watching their children die. Of starvation.
Paul, I don't know your ancestry, of course, but if you have anything in common with other Irish immigrants... Did you just spring up in Janesville with a beautiful home in the Courthouse District. I doubt it. Even if you did, most of your fellow Irish did not.
Did you know that your kith and kin from Ireland came here in something very similar to slave ships? Called coffin ships. They were packed together in their own excrement with barely enough food to make it. Well, really, they often didn't. Just like slave ships.
Did you know that your ancestors were not considered "White?" The Irish were considered a minority race.
They were unwelcome and they faced a solid wall of discrimination. Businesses boldly put up signs: "No Irish Need Apply."
Your Irish family was dirt poor. They had to work at any form of job or hustle that they could get.
Did your family come straight to the Midwest? Did they live in a single room (maybe even 10 ft. x 10 ft.) in a tenement in Chicago or Milwaukee first? All of them. Parents and children. Procreating, giving birth, wasting away, and dying all together in one room.
Without running water, ventilation, windows, electricity, or toilets perhaps?
Remember when WASP's just despised the Irish? Wasn't one of those horrid diseases called "Irish Fever?" Oh, yes. Typhus.
Notice how we associate contagious illness with the people who suffer the most from it? HIV in recent years. Typhus? Smallpox? Spreading wildly in tenements by.. What? British Isles and European immigrants?
They were dying of malnutrition or the contagious diseases of cramped squalid conditions: Poverty -> squalid conditions -> malnutrition -> poor health -> agonizing lives and deaths. And, oh, yeah, being despised as lazy drunken people with too many children.
Oh, yeah! Almost forgot. The WASPS who got here first just hated you Catholic Irish. Hated drinking. Hated your large families. Hated your poverty and illness and squalor. Hated your religion. Hmmm... something like hating Islam?
Now, we would be shocked by those cruel attitudes toward the Irish or the German or the ... well any of those former "good" immigrants.
And, I am shocked and enraged when people who belong to formerly despised immigrant groups blame people for their own lot in life.
Haven't you learned anything from being here?
You did clearly not get enough love when you were growing up. I am so so so sorry. Because people who did not get enough love grow up empty and lacking in compassion.
There is love enough. You can spare some for the current crop of despised newcomers.
Love, VLL
"From 1820 to 1860, 1,956,557 Irish arrived, 75% of these after the Great Irish Famine (or The Great Hunger, Irish: An Gorta Mór) of 1845–1852, struck. Of the total Irish immigrants to the U.S. from 1820 to 1860, many died crossing the ocean due to disease and dismal conditions of what became known as coffin ships." Wikipedia
http://www.history.com/news/when-america-despised-the-irish-the-19th-centurys-refugee-crisis
I highly recommend this book:
https://bookspics.com/ebooks/flesh-and-blood-a-history-of-my-family-in-seven-maladies/
No, not the newly despised, the formerly despised. YOU. All of you recovered immigrants.
Paul Ryan, remember when your Irish family came to these shores? Remember when they were starving in Ireland? Literally. Dying of malnutrition. Watching their children die. Of starvation.
Paul, I don't know your ancestry, of course, but if you have anything in common with other Irish immigrants... Did you just spring up in Janesville with a beautiful home in the Courthouse District. I doubt it. Even if you did, most of your fellow Irish did not.
Did you know that your kith and kin from Ireland came here in something very similar to slave ships? Called coffin ships. They were packed together in their own excrement with barely enough food to make it. Well, really, they often didn't. Just like slave ships.
Did you know that your ancestors were not considered "White?" The Irish were considered a minority race.
They were unwelcome and they faced a solid wall of discrimination. Businesses boldly put up signs: "No Irish Need Apply."
Your Irish family was dirt poor. They had to work at any form of job or hustle that they could get.
Did your family come straight to the Midwest? Did they live in a single room (maybe even 10 ft. x 10 ft.) in a tenement in Chicago or Milwaukee first? All of them. Parents and children. Procreating, giving birth, wasting away, and dying all together in one room.
Without running water, ventilation, windows, electricity, or toilets perhaps?
Remember when WASP's just despised the Irish? Wasn't one of those horrid diseases called "Irish Fever?" Oh, yes. Typhus.
Notice how we associate contagious illness with the people who suffer the most from it? HIV in recent years. Typhus? Smallpox? Spreading wildly in tenements by.. What? British Isles and European immigrants?
They were dying of malnutrition or the contagious diseases of cramped squalid conditions: Poverty -> squalid conditions -> malnutrition -> poor health -> agonizing lives and deaths. And, oh, yeah, being despised as lazy drunken people with too many children.
Oh, yeah! Almost forgot. The WASPS who got here first just hated you Catholic Irish. Hated drinking. Hated your large families. Hated your poverty and illness and squalor. Hated your religion. Hmmm... something like hating Islam?
Now, we would be shocked by those cruel attitudes toward the Irish or the German or the ... well any of those former "good" immigrants.
And, I am shocked and enraged when people who belong to formerly despised immigrant groups blame people for their own lot in life.
Haven't you learned anything from being here?
You did clearly not get enough love when you were growing up. I am so so so sorry. Because people who did not get enough love grow up empty and lacking in compassion.
There is love enough. You can spare some for the current crop of despised newcomers.
Love, VLL
"From 1820 to 1860, 1,956,557 Irish arrived, 75% of these after the Great Irish Famine (or The Great Hunger, Irish: An Gorta Mór) of 1845–1852, struck. Of the total Irish immigrants to the U.S. from 1820 to 1860, many died crossing the ocean due to disease and dismal conditions of what became known as coffin ships." Wikipedia
http://www.history.com/news/when-america-despised-the-irish-the-19th-centurys-refugee-crisis
I highly recommend this book:
https://bookspics.com/ebooks/flesh-and-blood-a-history-of-my-family-in-seven-maladies/
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