Who knew losing our rights would feel this bad?

Who knew losing our rights would feel this bad?

Molly Jong-Fast writes:

They overturned Roe v. Wade on a sunny and hot Friday in June. I was taking my daughter for a haircut when the Supreme Court released its ruling declaring that our bodies were no longer ours. Roe had been the crowning achievement of my mother’s generation of activism, and it was gone—a right we’d had for 49 years erased in pages of text we saw a draft of last month. And maybe it fit that as I was losing my mother, watching her disappear into dementia, we Americans were losing our rights.

After the Dobbs decision came down, my mother called me. “I want to tweet something, but I don’t remember how to.”

“Oh,” I said. I sort of wanted to cry, but I was also sort of happy for her, that she didn’t have to deal with the exquisite pain that is reality.

“I want to tweet: Women’s rights are human rights.”

“Oh, when I come over, I’ll show you,” I said, knowing she’d forget about it by the time I got there. I was angry: at my mom for her drinking, at myself for being angry at my mom, at Justice Samuel Alito and Justice Clarence Thomas and Justice Amy Coney Barrett. I was angry at Ruth Bader Ginsburg for not living longer. I was angry at Democrats for not doing more. I was angry at people for being mean to Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Senator Elizabeth Warren, because they were doing more than anyone else. I fought on Twitter with a white guy who wrote for a Never Trump news outlet. I wrote him angry direct messages and then blocked him. The next day I apologized, but I was still too angry to mean it.

I turned on cable news and was told not to worry about my other rights. Birth control was safe, the same people who once told me I was being hysterical about Roe assured me. I wanted to scream. The whole weekend, TV news continued to suggest that I was overreacting, repeating that blue states would always have reproductive freedom. I read think pieces wishcasting a future where Republicans would embrace love and take care of the thousands of teen mothers the Supreme Court had created overnight. The idea that Roe was about anything other than power was so profoundly delusional that I felt like throwing my cellphone in Central Park’s Turtle Pond. My inbox was filled with enraged friends. Girls were weeping and holding signs in Washington Square Park. A rock star listed Supreme Court justices at a concert and told them to fuck themselves. This was a seismic loss for women, but much of the media coverage—TV news in particular—was treating it like every other news cycle.

Even more than feeling angry, I felt this loss, this profound loss. It wasn’t until I read a tweet from the feminist writer Moira Donegan that I realized where it was coming from. “Every woman has been deemed lesser. Every woman has had her citizenship degraded,” she wrote. I was furious because I felt diminished. I was enraged because I knew that all of us had been deemed lesser. [Continue reading…]

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