“You should be Having Lots of Babies to Keep White People the Master-Race in America” – Margery Hanson

I petitioned my insurance company, for an elective surgery at the age of 18. A tubal ligation. I got no response for a year and finally, in September of 1979, after petitioning them again, I was scheduled to see a female gynecologist. She proceeded to interrogate me. When she asked why I wanted my tubes tied, I told her because I NEVER wanted to give birth. She told me I was the wrong color to get my tubes tied. She said,”You’re not Mexican or Black, so you should be having lots of babies to keep white people the master-race in America”.

Since I insisted on having my tubes tied, this gynecologist scheduled me for a battery of interviews, observations and a film short about child birth.

The first interview was with a psychiatrist (as if something was wrong with ME, for not wanting to give birth or be pregnant). That lasted about 5 minutes. He declared I was of sound mind. My second interview was with a Neo-Natal Nurse, “don’t I love babies?” my response, “Of course I love babies, I just don’t want to HAVE any”. I figured I could always marry someone who already had children, that needed a  mother and I’m a great mom! I did eventually marry a man with a 5 year old girl and a 3 year old boy. I fell in love with the children, not the man.

My next ‘test’ was to walk through the Neo-Natal unit, full of babies and cursing mothers, about to give birth. When the nurse asked me how I felt about it, I told her, “That’s not something I’m interested in experiencing.” She shook her head at me.

My last ‘test’ was a film on the “Joy of Giving Birth” 30 minutes of sitting in a hard-backed chair and losing my patience.

I was finally introduced to the main gynecologist. A short and friendly man from Sweden. He explained to me that I was going to get a bikini cut, then they would cut, tie and cauterize my tubes. “YAY” I thought, finally some progress.

One week later to the day, I was in the hospital in pre-op, waiting for the next day, to FINALLY get my tubal ligation.

First they gave me some narcotic to help me relax, then the guy from transportation took me and my gurney on a high speed ride (those guys don’t mess around), to my surgical suite.

So, the anesthesiologist sticks the I.V. in my arm and asks the female gynecologist if she said 16 units or 60 units. I was going under, but I remember it distinctly. You see, I’m also a type 1 diabetic and he was talking about insulin. The gynecologist NEVER responded.

I woke up to a nurse smacking my face, telling me to wake up. I woke up angry, because the last thing I remembered was the conversation about how much insulin to give me. She could have killed me! Since she never answered, he gave me 60 units of Regular insulin (fast acting). That being said, the next question I was asked by the female gynecologist was, “Do you still want to have the surgery?” No one else was in the room so I was very firm with her. “Yes I still want the surgery and now I know what to expect”.

That day wasn’t all bad, I got to eat all kinds of sweet stuff to keep me from going into insulin shock, chocolate cake, ice cream, snickers bars. So not a total loss and all the while my mother was sitting in the room with me. I told her it wasn’t the anesthesiologist’s fault, that she wouldn’t answer him, but I also just wanted to get this done and over with. So I continued to be polite.

The next morning, even after the pill they gave me, I was still very aware, enough to see what the room looked like. Then I was out and then in recovery.

When I came to, there were 3 doctors standing around me. The Swedish guy told me the surgery was a success however, they cut and tied my tubes, but did not cauterize them, which gave me a 3% chance of getting pregnant, also because I was so young and if I ever changed my mind, reconstruction would be easier. I just looked down, disappointed. My diabetic doctor was asking if he couldn’t give me something for the nausea I was experiencing after the surgery. I was getting ready to dry-heave. The female gynecologist said no, because once my insulin kicked in, it would over come the nausea and then, she wanted to examine my incision. I offered to take the bandage off, but before I even finished my sentence, she ripped it off my bikini line.  I though for sure, everything behind that incision was going to fall out onto the blanket, I also think she would have been pleased had that happened. So now I’m holding my belly and dry-heaving. Starting to have an insulin reaction and here comes the food.

I was supposed to be in that bed and in that room for the next 3 days, for observation. Needless to say, that afternoon, when my boyfriend came to visit me, I had him help me get dressed and we took the Public Transit Bus to my house. I wasn’t staying for anymore of the female gyno’s torture tricks. Even though I still had 3 follow up appointments to check on my healing progress.

The first follow up appointment, I went by myself and that was a HUGE mistake. Laying back with my feet in the stirrups and she attacks me with a cold and unlubricated speculum. Freezing cold and tearing flesh. I left the room in tears. I’m pretty sure she hated me for not being a white supremacist. The next appointment, my mom was in the room with me and this time, I wasn’t injured. I skipped the last appointment, because I just didn’t think it was necessary to be a stationary target in her stirrups.

I had this operation done in 1979, when I was on the verge of being 19, I am 58 now and the only regrets I have is, they didn’t cauterize my tubes and I didn’t report her to the insurance medical board for her callous treatment and racist behavior.


Charlottesville – Posted by a friend of a friend – Anonymous

Throwing Flowers

“I rarely post politics or anything else on Facebook …. But let me be clear. I was acting as a medic in Charlottesville. “Both sides”-ing about it is absolutely unacceptable. Content note: I’m going to get quite graphic here, because while I understand that there’s quite a range of political viewpoints among my Facebook friends, I want to *get this point through to everyone whatever your politics*.


In the run-up to that weekend, some local counterprotest organizers’ families were forced to flee their homes because of violent threats. Some of them had “bodyguards” – friends escorting them everywhere they went that week, even to the grocery store, work, all the mundane places that people go in their normal lives.


On Friday night, a torch-wielding mob chanting Nazi and other racist slogans (e.g. “blood and soil,” “Jews will not replace us”), some doing Nazi salutes, surrounded, screamed “White lives matter” and “anti-white” at, a small group of college student counterprotesters who had linked arms around a statue and had a banner. They then threw fuel at them, beat them with lit torches, pepper-sprayed them, and punched them (including pepper-spraying a girl in a wheelchair). The police mostly stood by until the nazis were gone. A medic who was wearing a kippah (a Jewish skullcap) was followed in the dark by one of the nazis, and took it off after that so as not to be targeted. A university librarian who joined the students to try to protect them has now had a stroke. At some point that evening, the torch-wielders also surrounded a black church while chanting racist slogans. All of this not only hurt people that night but set expectations for how the white nationalists would behave the next day.


On Saturday morning, a line of clergy, along with a gradually growing group of other protesters, showed up outside the nazi rally (given the iconography, including swastikas, the Black Sun, and fasces, and the chants, of involved groups, I don’t have a problem using that word, don’t let anyone fool you into thinking these were mainstream conservative groups that are being described hyperbolically), facing militia movement members who were carrying assault rifles. There was shouting back and forth, and a small early fistfight where a nazi punched a nearby counterprotester who spilled coffee on him. Nazis were screaming antisemitic things at rabbis in the clergy line, and chanting “blood and soil” in response to the clergy singing “This little light of mine.” At one point, some clergy did a peaceful blockade of one of the park entrances, which was forcibly broken by an incoming white nationalist group with skulls painted on their shields. The heavy bidirectional fighting, though, mostly got going after a group of counterprotesters nonviolently blocked the way of an oncoming group of white nationalists, who broke through the blockade with clubs and heavy shields. Some people defended themselves as the white nationalists kept charging and swinging clubs. After that, there were fistfights and club-fights breaking out all around, nazis pepper-spraying and tear-gassing counterprotest crowds, plastic water bottles thrown in both directions. A nazi group that didn’t know where the entrance to the park was added to the street fights. Some clergy ran to shield vulnerable people with their bodies, and those clergy were protected by antifa-associated counterprotesters – multiple clergy/theologians have said that they would have been “crushed” and maybe killed if antifa had not protected them. This went on for a long time. For most of this, the police stood around. Eventually, they cleared both sides out of the area.


The town’s synagogue is a short distance from the park. Throughout the day, nazis paraded by it doing the Nazi salute and shouting antisemitic slurs. The police had refused to provide a guard to the synagogue for some reason, so it had hired its own armed guard. There were threats of burning it down coming in. It had to cancel a havdalah service at a congregant’s house that evening out of fear of attack.


The march that was attacked with a car by James Fields was that afternoon. What street fighting had happened was long-since over by then. It was a happy march, it was not fighting anyone. The car attack came out of nowhere and the aftermath looked like a war zone. It hit the front of the march as the march was going around a corner, and many people weren’t sure what had happened at first, people were screaming about a bomb. In addition to the woman who died, many people had serious injuries. A medic who was hit had to have emergency surgery to not lose her leg. A 13 year-old girl and her mom were among the injured. The street was covered in blood. The firefighters and paramedics were great. The police, on the other hand, rolled in an armored vehicle and threatened the crowd of survivors with a tear gas launcher. Police officers ordered the medics who were performing CPR on the woman who died to leave her and clear the area. They refused, and bystanders negotiated with the police to leave them alone.


There were several other incidents throughout the afternoon where white nationalists/nazis/whatever were menacing small groups of wandering counterprotesters with their cars, swerving toward them on the sidewalk like they were going to hit them, that kind of thing, including after the car attack. At one point my medic buddy and I were about 50 feet ahead of such a group and heard screeching car sounds and screams, and ran back, thinking for a second that there had been another terrorist attack and that this time we were the only medics on site, but fortunately it was just a scare – the driver then “rolled coal” (intentionally emitting a dark cloud of exhaust) at the people on the sidewalk before driving away. There was also an incident at some point where a young black man was badly beaten by white nationalists in a parking garage.


There is no “both sides” here. I mean, first of all, there is no moral both sides because antifascists and nazis aren’t morally the same, period. Disrupting nazis isn’t the same as being one, period. But there was also no “both sides” even beyond that. Mutual street fighting primarily kicked off by an attack from the opposing side, doesn’t compare to mowing people down with a car, to threatening a synagogue and a black church, to stalking someone for being visibly Jewish, to being part of a Nazi-slogan-screaming mob that surrounds and attacks peaceful college kids and could have easily killed one of them if the fuel thrown on a couple of them had been lit by one of the many thrown or swung torches.


Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking the Saturday rally was starting out just a rally like others, but with racist assholes. The people organizing counterprotests, whose families had to flee town, would probably take issue with that. The black church and the synagogue, the synagogue congregant who had to cancel a religious/cultural ceremony out of fear, and the ones who had to leave the building in groups out the back entrance to avoid attack, would probably take issue with that. The people who were physically attacked, on Friday night, by those in town for the Saturday rally, would probably take issue with that.


Don’t elide the difference in the questions of whether hate speech should be criminalized, and how communities and their supporters should protect themselves when people who are already threatening to kill them roll into town to rally and then physically attack community members before their rally while the police don’t stop it. Don’t invoke the Civil Rights Movement to elide it, or tsk-tsk people who were on the ground in Cville. The Civil Rights Movement had its Deacons for Defense and Justice, and similar groups. Just as importantly, many of the leading lights of the Civil Rights Movement were murdered. If you think the only valid kind of activism in response to racist hate is martyrdom, you need to at least think through the implications of that belief.

I did not have a good weekend and I have no interest in hearing comments about how, despite everything I saw and everything I said here, you think this is a “both sides” thing. If you find my activism unacceptable you are welcome to unfriend me.”

In Case Anyone Heads Into Protest Territory … Good Information

This is all good advice. I would add, bring goggles, and yes this is part of the reason we mask up.. learn to deal with it..oh yeah pack a $20 bill away somewhere.. if you get arrested you might have to use it to pay for phone calls .we had to have that at the ready in ND. Oh.. and do consider adult protective underwear. You seriously might need that if you get too much tear gas. Oh yes.. never bring weapons of any kind including a pocket knife, and if you need inhalers or other medicine make sure they are clearly marked from a prescribing pharmacy.


1. Water makes pepper spray worse. Use milk or liquid antacid* and water. Don’t wear contacts.


2. If you get tear gassed, when you get home, put the contaminated clothes in a plastic bag for later decontamination and shower with cold water to avoid opening your pores.


3. Come with friends and don’t get separated. Avoid leaving the crowd and watch out for police snatch squads.


4. Beware undercovers, but beware snitchjacketing and collaborator ‘peace police’ even more.


5. The far right is very good at combing through pictures and doxxing people. MASK UP.


6. Write any necessary phone numbers you may need directly on your skin in sharpie.


7. Have an offsite plan for emergencies if you have not been heard from by X time coordinated with someone offsite.


8. Make sure all mobile devices are charged!!


*liquid antacid can scratch your cornea but it’ll work in a pinch, milk is better
*bring a cold water bottle /leave one in the car for rinsing your face


Wiki How To Make a Gas Mask

What Net Neutrality Means To Me

Internet 1

Battle For The Net

St. John’s Church, Richmond, Virginia March 23, 1775. – x-post from Colonial Williamsburg History Website

(the original content can be found here, though I have done my best to reproduce it verbatim) —>  http://www.history.org/almanack/life/politics/giveme.cfm


Patrick Henry


MR. PRESIDENT: No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do, opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely, and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfil the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offence, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves, and the House? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these war-like preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask, gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free² if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending²if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us!

They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable²and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace²but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

Source: Wirt, William. Sketches of the Life and Character of Patrick Henry . (Philadelphia) 1836, as reproduced in The World’s Great Speeches, Lewis Copeland and Lawrence W. Lamm, eds., (New York) 1973.

All The While McConnell Laughed At Them

Bleeding Flag on Fire

One of the reasons I worked so hard for Obama, for over 15 months, knocked on doors, registered voters, was part of the Human Wall at Cashman Field, arranged events, became a Nevada State Delegate, was because of his Blueprint for Change.


One of the things in that little ten page booklet, was his PROMISED support for SINGLE-PAYER healthcare, among other things. That was the most important thing to me, because I have two very expensive, pre-existing conditions and I’d already been without health insurance for 3 years.


After Obama was elected, when OFA called, I was there, every time they called, I showed up. When it came time for the Healthcare Debates, before Biden said it was a ‘BIG FUCKING DEAL’, OFA called and asked me to bring people to support Healthcare reform. So I did and when I showed up with my H.R. 676 sign, for all the world to see, I was told that OFA was not supporting that bill and that as a representative of OFA Nevada, I wasn’t allowed to use my sign. I was outraged and yet I stayed, because there was the promise that this Healthcare bill, was the road to Single Payer.


I watched C-SPAN while the House Debated 9 different Health Care bills. H.R. 676 was among them, until Mitch McConnell had the Representatives for H.R. 676, removed from the building, by Congressional Security. All the while McConnell laughed at them, as they were being dragged from the House Floor.


I read all the Healthcare bills, including all 3000 plus pages of the Healthcare bill that we use today, because I had to do a live radio broadcast, about which bill would be the best. H.R. 676 was/is the best, BAR NONE.


I am tired of broken promises and center right compromises. I will no longer believe or listen to, ANY corporate supported (bought and paid for) politicians AT ALL. There is no kinder, gentler, softer way to say this … there is no time left, to let these Corporate WHORES dilly dally around with our lives!



Not Germane To The Conversation

Clean Up After Your God

I’ve heard it said and I have read, certain entities and/or ideologies, are unimpeachable, not political, not germane to the conversation.

Let me make my opinion of the observations I have had, perfectly clear.

I have noticed, ever since President Obama declared his preference for Arugula lettuce over any other kind, EVERYTHING is political. From politically correct speech to the color you wear to support your cause, even the shape of the ribbon and that’s just in the U.S.A.

Until the Chinese government stops persecuting the Dalai Lama and his followers, for their belief system, religion is political. Until Evangelical Christians stop trying to declare the United States of America, a Christian based nation and stop trying to rewrite the U.S. Constitution, religion is political. Until all countries stop using their officials’ particular brand of Centrism, to decide the clothes people wear, the caste they belong in, if a human being is allowed to read, write and eat, religion is political. Until Israel stops persecuting the Palestinians and vice versa, while still being separate branches of the same tree, religion is political. Until there are no more ‘Religious Police’ in the world, no more female genital mutilation, no more democratically elected Popes, land grabs, nation based religious coercion, gender-biased and color based, exaction and extortion of humanity, religion is political.

I have news for EVERYONE.

IF there is a Deity, we are ALL chosen or NONE OF US ARE.

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