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+ Lesbian College Coaches Still Face Difficult Atmosphere to Come Out.

+ Camron Esposito Speaks Out About Trump’s Stance on LGBTQ Rights.

Welcome to the Hellmouth

+ Trump’s Inauguration Speech, Annotated.

+ National Park Service Banned From Tweeting After Anti-Trump Retweets [Updated]. The thing is though, these weren’t ‘anti-Trump’ RTs, they were facts. Facts aren’t anti-Trump. Trump is anti-facts.

+ Even the Firm That Hired Actors to Cheer Trump’s Campaign Launch Hat to Wait to be Paid.

+ How Will We Know Trump’s Inaugural Crowd Size.

+ Former CIA Chief Says Trump Should Be Ashamed.

+ Trump May Be the News Industry’s Greatest Opportunity to Build a Sustainable Model.

+ Health Care Repeal is a Stealth Tax Break for Millionaires.

+ ‘By Any Means Necessary’ Bill Among Several Seeking to Target and Punish Protesters.

+ Everything We Know From Trump’s (Limited) Financial Disclosures.

Doll Parts

+ The Radical Possibility of the Women’s March.

+ The Women’s March May Have Been the Largest Demonstration in U.S. History.

+ Where Do We Go From Here as Reproductive Rights Activists?.

+ Meet Wendy Carriloo, a Former Undocumented Immigrant, Running for Congress to Fight Trump.

Keep Up

+ Obamas Launch New Foundation.

Saw This, Thought of You

+ What I Got Drunk and Wrote Instead of Watching the Inauguration.

+ How Being Part of a Crowd Can Change You Forever.

And Finally

For your heart: Preschool Pocket Treasures.

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  1. Laneia, you’re wonderful and I’m so grateful I get a salary decent enough that I can pay you guys to give us this content.

    I’ve had a look at the article on how being part of a crowd can change you and I want to share a story with you guys, about what marching means for (some/a lot of) French people.

    We’re well known for our protests and our strikes. It’s a common joke, and a sign of how bad industrial relations are in France: the government tries to pass a law that will hurt salaried employees from one sector or another. People strike. The government invites the strike leader (usually union reps) to the table for discussion. They compromise. People go back to work. usually the workers have still lost something, tbh.

    I can’t count the number of marches I’ve been on but I can give you a timeline of what they produced for me. I know that these things are true for a lot of people who are active in unions, non profits, movements, etc. Even people who might not do much else will still show up for a march.

    When I was about 10, my mother took me for a march to protest a Prefect who had said or done something horrible. I can’t remember much except his name was a homonym to “herrig” (hareng in French) and our slogan meaning “leave your post” was homonym to kipper (smoked/salted herrig). I thought it greatly amusing. My mother was marching with her non profit organising helping immigrants navigate the administration and protecting their rights, and they had a heavy banner, which she made me carry for a while. I remember feeling like I was learning something special that day, about her world but also about what marching is about.

    When I was 15, George W. Bush declared his intention to attack Irak. The French communist party in my city paid buses to drive us, for free, to Paris to join the march (without affiliation). The local news was in the bus and I was interviewed. They asked me why I marched, and the morning after my French lit teacher said he saw me on tv and thought I spoke very eloquently. While in the march, which is to this day the biggest march I’ve ever been on (200.000 people), I learned among other things the lyrics to Bella Ciao. I marched with Palestinians protesting against the illegal occupation of their land, and we yelled, sung, laughed and yelled some more. I felt part of something bigger than myself, that day. I started reading the paper, following the events and talking about it around me.

    When I was 16, the government tried to reform employment laws for young people, and universities and unions started organising to march frequently. There was at least one march a week. I was still in high school, and our unions called us to march too. Some of our teachers said they wouldn’t report our absences if we ditched class to join the march. Others said they would join us in the march. I learned about organising a crowd, what to wear, how to stay together while being mindful of the dangers. I learned about the drama in student political unions, how to read a manifesto and how to shout slogans without hurting your voice. I learned the names of every single minister in office that year, and how important it was to know who they were and where they come from.

    My parents are fairly political (they met distributing leaflets for the French communist party, a fact that amuses me greatly). They raised me to be critical of the news, and taught me the importance of protesting. But it’s that year, in those protests, among my friends, that my political conscience really grew.

    My first year of university, the government started passing a law that would make young workers (especially uneducated ones) even more precarious. This was felt to be a huge gift to big corporation and greatly endangered our future. Students in universities started organising. a lot of universities were occupied by students who locked them down and in some schools, classes were put to a stop for up to 5 months. Students protested every week in the street, often joined by workers’ unions. I was in my (only) first year of medical school, and we were preparing for selective exams, only the top 6% of the student body would be allowed to continue to second year. Very few of them however felt this was of any concern to them, as doctors wouldn’t be affected. I tried to convince some to join, but was met with utter indifference for the fate of the people they would soon be asked to care for. Disgusted, I left the classroom to join the protests, and gave up that field of study shortly after (partly because of this reason).

    So many of my peers and friends learned about politics, unions, parties and organising because of these student protests. Not all of them protest now that they’re 30, have jobs and comfortable lives, but some of them still show up when we have to protest the Emergency state, show support to muslims or defend the rights of immigrants. We’re not often heard by the government (most of the protests I’ve been too have been unproductive in steering the government away from harmful reforms) but I still show up, every time.

  2. I’m glad somebody got drunk on inauguration day and didn’t watch. I wanted to drink all day but I’m not blowing 29 years in recovery over that asshole. I need to be functioning to fight.

  3. Thank you, Laneia, for having the best link roundups! You always seem to find exactly what I need to read. This week, it was “The Radical Possibility of the Women’s March,” which made me cry in the middle of the airport.

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