We are a Long Way Away From My Perfect Day

My perfect day would be one where no one wakes up worried about how they’re going to pay for the medical care they need.

 

My perfect day is one where everyone, regardless of race or sexual orientation, can count on equal protection under the law.

 

My perfect day is one where women don’t have to think about the safest place to park, or the safest route to walk, or carry the weight of having to choose between speaking up or getting ahead.

 

My perfect day is one where children don’t have to interrupt their school day to practice how to hide from an intruder with a gun, and their teachers don’t have to run through horrific scenarios in their minds, wondering whether they will have to choose between saving their students or saving themselves.

 

My perfect day is one where we don’t have to shout at the top of our lungs that children should not be torn from their parents and placed in cages. You can call me a snowflake, or you can claim that it’s an existing law or policy, but what you can’t do is convince me that irreparable harm is not being done to these children. In researching the genetic components of The Ones We Choose, we know enough about epigenetic inheritance to know that trauma is passed from one generation to the next. In doing this, our government is creating another generation that will carry the genetic burden Holocaust survivors and their offspring carry — higher rates of depression, anxiety, and suicide. That our government is complicit in this is sickening. That spokespeople for the highest office in the land are spewing lies and excuses for why they’re doing it is horrific.

 

My perfect day is one where our politicians — the honorable men and women from both sides of the aisle — step up and speak out against this administration and its policies. Or my perfect day will be the day we vote them out. And that day is coming.

 

And please, if you have an argument, I ask that you cite your sources from a reliable news source, as I have done above. Every single link I provided is from a source in the top center of the graphic below. News sources from the far right or far left of the graphic will not be valid.

 

This week, I will not be providing a link to purchase The Ones We Choose. Instead, I ask that you donate the cost of the book to one of the many reputable charities set up to help reunite immigrant children with their families.

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Born and raised in Santa Monica, California, Julie Clark grew up reading books on the beach while everyone else surfed. After attending college at University of the Pacific, and a brief stint working in the athletic department at University of California, Berkeley, she returned home to Santa Monica to teach. She now lives there with her two young sons and a golden doodle with poor impulse control. Her debut, THE ONES WE CHOOSE, will be published by Gallery/Simon & Schuster in May 2018.

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