From the Law Office of H. Candace Gorman
The ICE thugs are roaming Chicago streets- randomly picking up mostly non white people who don't have proper ID. Chicago has a big and active biking community and this man taunted the ICE thugs--
I think it is fair to say that Chicago will not go quietly in the night....
We are in dangerous times here in the good old U S of A. Unfortunately many people here are not paying attention or just don't care. Next week will be pivotal on many levels and I hope Americans are ready to take to the streets to try to save our democracy.
Stay tuned.
meanwhile:
Paper Clip
Protest
On
Thursday, E. Jean Carroll started it: Paper Clip Protest. “Comely
Reader! I suggest we all start wearing the paper clip. Subtler than a red
hat, more powerful as a CONNECTION,” she wrote, explaining they were also
worn during World War II as a sign of resistance against the Nazis. Norwegian
teachers and students wore paper clips to signal their opposition to Nazi
occupation. They attached them to their lapels and wore them as jewelry, a
symbol of solidarity binding them together as paper clips did with papers. It
was a quiet act of defiance, expressing that Norwegians remained united
against Nazi rule. Friday,
when I signed on to tape the #SistersInLaw Podcast, Jill Wine Banks had a
clip delicately attached to the collar of her shirt. It made me smile. In
that moment, I knew E. Jean was onto something. Our defiance can and must be
loud and public at this point. But the quiet symbol of solidarity on
someone’s collar when you walk into a crowded room? Genius. And much better
than a red hat. You
probably have a paper clip in your desk or junk drawer that you can put on
straight away. You can be a subtle signal of support for people who need that
right now. You can be a conservation starter. Jill tells me she’s having
special paper clips made for the occasion—very fitting for a woman known for
wearing pins—and has promised to send me one.
Small
efforts can bear fruit when we’re all in on them. I’m going to find a paper
clip before I head out to the farmers’ market. We’re in
this together, Joyce |
Apartheid police always maintained that the Black Consciousness Movement leader died after accidently hitting his head against his prison cell wall. Now the South African government wants to establish what really happened in "room 619," where Biko spent almost a month in custody naked and shackled in leg irons.
On Friday, the 48th anniversary of the liberation icon's death, the government reopened the inquest into the 1977 case, in what Luxolo Tyali, a spokesman for South Africa's National Prosecuting Authority (NPA), said was an effort "to address the atrocities of the past and assist in providing closure to the Biko family and society at large."
And so we’re back. It’s 24 years on. Almost 10% in the life of our relatively young republic, almost 40% of my own life, since that fateful day (it was a Tuesday, and quite sunny, not unlike today in downtown N.Y.C., where I sit a few hundred yards from the WTC, as I did on the day itself; but I digress).
Given how traumatic 2024 was in Stately Dog Manor (I am pleased to report that the Loquacious Pup appears to have come through with a good recovery from her extremely unpleasant illness and has resumed her studies in graduate school), I have very little to say about 2025. Political violence, including but certainly not limited to the improper use of federal military personnel on the streets of American cities, has now been normalized, as has the use of “executive orders” at odds with statutes and the constitution, all while a supposed “opposition party” appears to have disappeared. The murder of a [Republican] political troll is an occasion for national lowering of flags to half mast, unlike the murder of [Democratic] lawmakers and legislative leaders.
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