I’m crushed over Ruth Bader Ginsberg’s death. Not just mourning for her and the incredible work she’s done for all Americans and for women especially as an attorney and then a Supreme Court justice. But I’m also consumed with anxiety because of the Supreme Court vacancy her death creates just a few weeks before the election, with two-faced, lying, duplicitous republican senators saying they will fill the seat before the election.
How depressing when those in power, those entrusted as the leaders of our nation and democracy, are nothing but corrupt, power-grubbing weasels.
Oh, RBG, you hung in there for so long. You served us so well. You did your best to survive so that another president might fill your seat someday. I know it was widely considered a mistake for you to make a political statement, but I’m so glad you said Trump was a faker when he was running for president. It had to be done. And how right you were.
I don’t know if there’s another person—man or woman—who I would point my kids to and say: “Be like her as much as you can and you will live a meaningful life.”
We so admired RBG in our home that Harriet once dressed as her for Halloween and did a damn good job on the costume. Notorious RBG, may you RIP.