A Writer's Notebook, Day Seven-Hundred-And-Forty-Nine

I was at dinner with my family tonight, just having finished our Zoom based Rosh Hashanah services, when we learned the news about Ruth Bader Ginsberg's passing.  Their are so many things that come to mind, and I wish it were easy to focus on how much she did and not on the possibility of losing all she fought for, but we have been at the point of crisis for so long and this has disturbed whatever tentative balance might have existed, and even before she has been buried, it is already clear what is to come, McConnell could not wait even until the morning to make his intent known.  It is clear, anyone who cares at all about RNG's legacy needs to stand up for it, to act in whatever ways are necessary to carry on, to make certain that all her labor is not undone or forgotten.  We must view the passing of this woman who stood as a righteous and passionate proponent of justice as a call to action, as a sign that we must rise to be the kinds of people she showed us the world needs, and must be emboldened in knowing it is possible because of her example.

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