I Didn’t Want to Be Right.

I didn’t want to be right. When I saw the disparity in the way a woman who is a survivor of assault and a man who is being confirmed to the highest court in the land were expected to display their emotions. When I hear Dr. Blasey Ford’s voice catch in her throat, and saw her maintain her composure. When I saw Judge Kavanaugh lose his composure multiple times. I didn’t want to be right.

I didn’t want to be right. As I saw an ugly display partisan politics, that cared less about the American people, and more about which side “wins” this round. Watched them bicker like children. Watched the minority try their damnedest to be heard. I didn’t want to be right.

I didn’t want to be right. When I know that being a sexual predator has become a highlight on a CV, and can damn near guarantee you a spot interpreting laws to the People. It’s supposed to be for the People, but that illusion has been entirely stripped away. It’s like watching a magic show, and having them blatantly show you how every trick is done. I didn’t want to be right.

I didn’t want to be right. When I knew that America, collectively, doesn’t give two fucks about women who’ve been sexually assaulted by powerful men. As I get verification, every single day, that this country hates women. When it gets confirmed that we are viewed as nothing more than sleeves for them to stick their dicks, an incubator for their white babies. I didn’t want to be right.

I didn’t want to be right. As I watched the Kavanaugh confirmation process, I knew they’d vote him through to a Senate vote. I knew it would happen. I knew the old, white men would vote him through. But I didn’t want to be right

I didn’t want to be right. I didn’t want to be right. I didn’t want to be right. Guess what? I was.

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