The real problem is not that Warren is too left, it’s that we’ve allowed our politics and what is considered the ‘center’ in our politics to be pulled farther right.
Warren 2016 would be amazing.
Of all the myths and falsehoods that Republicans have spread about President Obama, the most pernicious and long-lasting is that the $832 billion stimulus package did not work. Since 2009, Republican lawmakers have inextricably linked the words “failed” and “stimulus,” and last week, five years after passage of the Recovery Act, they dusted off their old playbook again. “The ‘stimulus’ has turned out to be a classic case of big promises and big spending with little results,” wrote Speaker John Boehner. “Five years and hundreds of billions of dollars later, millions of families are still asking, ‘where are the jobs?’ ”
The stimulus could have done more good had it been bigger and more carefully constructed. But put simply, it prevented a second recession that could have turned into a depression. It created or saved an average of 1.6 million jobs a year for four years. (There are the jobs, Mr. Boehner.) It raised the nation’s economic output by 2 to 3 percent from 2009 to 2011. It prevented a significant increase in poverty — without it, 5.3 million additional people would have become poor in 2010.
Something that’s never happened to me happened today. I found myself arguing with a woman of color who I initially thought was an MRA troll. Perhaps this is simply a case of an MRA troll pretending to be a woman of color. We were arguing about street harassment, in which this person responded to a post about street harassment leaving women vulnerable and scared:
"But seriously, how do you navigate the real world? By your account, it seems to be an awful, terrifying, oppressive place full of harassment and rapists. You feel sick and scared to be anywhere? are you serious? like, are you 12? Do you need an adult to hold your hand as you cross the street?
Jesus Christ I feel sad AND embarrassed for you.
Totally serious question, but you wouldn’t happen to have agoraphobia would you? I only ask cause the last person who I knew who felt ‘sick and scared’ going places had agoraphobia”
When I replied that this person had no idea what the issues women faced everyday were like (I truly believed this was a man), her reply was:
"oooh that’s a first, usually Jezzies like to insist I have NO privilege because I’m a woman of color. But seriously, why is the go-to assumption that a dissenting commenter MUST be a man? In any case, "the shit they endure on a daily basis?" oh please, here’s what I endured on my way to work this morning; blustery winds, a bit of snow fall, a man smiled at me and held the train door open for me (OMG HARASSMENT)—I stood at the bus stop, a different man said hello and asked me if this was the correct stop for bus 121 (OMG VERBAL RAPE)—I got off the bus and waited to cross the street, the male bus driver smiled, winked, and waved me across (OMG EYE RAPE)—another man saw that I was struggling to open the door because of the blustery winds, so he said "I can get that for you" and opened the door (OMG HARASSMENT).
phew, I can see why you think its tough out there, that sure is a lot of harassment and rape before 9am. I’m gonna need trigger warnings for the phrase “morning commute” from now on.”
I was so flabbergasted by A) this person’s internalized misogyny if they are in fact a woman and B) the disconnect between their account of a morning commute and another account where someone referred to being catcalled and why THAT is street harassment.
I provided a link to the definition of internalized sexism and also commented that by the person’s account they sounded like a delicate flower (which was a weak comment from my own anger that I’m not proud of).
"Why I am a little flower, thank you! I’ll take being delicate, pretty, sweet, and receiving the favors of men over…I dunno, stomping around viewing every man as a potential rapist.
Lady privilege; we have it (well, at least I know I do), you should learn to employ it sometime, people are just a bit nicer when you do.”
Internalized sexism is real people.
Israel is chewing away ceaselessly in numberless small bites at what is left of Palestine, reducing it to a set of meaningless, unconnected islands in a sea of armed hostility called Israel. When Israeli officials speak ponderously of “facts on the ground,” that is what they really mean. In the end, Israel intends to solve the problems with its neighbors completely on its own terms. There already is little need, in the minds of Israel’s leaders, to negotiate anything, and there will be less with each passing year. Gaza, surrounded by fences, radar-operated gun towers, tanks, its society riddled with spies, its people having no ability to go anywhere without application, permission, interrogation, and search is the model, although Gaza, through the accident of 1948 events is a bigger concentration of people than would be the ideal, Israel’s terror campaign having created an undesirably large huddle of refugees rather causing them all to flee the territory.
But some are given more days than others, and I think of dying at 17, in my loudness, in my vanity, which is to say in my human youth, and I tremble. I was barely anything. I understood barely anything. When Michael Dunn killed Jordan Davis, he obliterated a time-stream, devastated an open range of changes. And somewhere on that American jury, someone thought this was justice, someone believed in the voodoo of shotguns and teleportation. Michael Dunn killed a boy, and too robbed a man of his chance to be.
And this will happen again, must happen again, because our policy is color-blind, but our heritage isn’t. An American courtroom claiming it can be colorblind denies its rightful inheritance. An American courtroom claiming it can be colorblind is a drug addict claiming he can walk away after just one more hit. Law and legacy are at war. Legacy is winning. Legacy will always win. And our legacy is to die in this land where time is unequal, and deeded days are unequal, and blessed is the black man who lives to learn other ways, who lives to see other worlds, who lives to bear witness before the changes.