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In 2016, my father died on Nov 4. It was a Friday; pancreatic cancer works FAST. The last time he left his house alive, he early voted for Trump.
My dad voted for Trump, and died before he saw the outcome. https://twitter.com/staceyhopkinsga/status/1323354035060178946
My dad voted for Trump, and died before he saw the outcome. https://twitter.com/staceyhopkinsga/status/1323354035060178946
The last thing Dad ever did was vote against my health and safety and his, against his undocumented friends (he had plenty), against his wife and daughter who had barely survived sexual violence.
He voted for cruelty and blue lines and walls and kids in cages.
He voted for cruelty and blue lines and walls and kids in cages.
In the end, my dad, who you all know that I loved beyond reason, used his last civic act to ensure the world he left behind was as cruel as it could be. He voted for the patriarchy, not for his family.
I’m glad he’s gone now. I bet he is, too. I’d have an earful for him.
I’m glad he’s gone now. I bet he is, too. I’d have an earful for him.
Men won’t save us from other men.
At the end, the very end, when we were closer than we’d ever been, my dad voted for the interests of men like him, instead of Americans like his daughter.
He died of cancer. We are dying of culturally cancerous hegemony.
At the end, the very end, when we were closer than we’d ever been, my dad voted for the interests of men like him, instead of Americans like his daughter.
He died of cancer. We are dying of culturally cancerous hegemony.
