Wait – There Are Working Class People Who AREN’T White?

I love Samantha Bee. I loved her on The Daily Show. I’ve seen her live – LOVE! I love Full Frontal. I have her “Feminist” t-shirt. I stan for her. One of the reasons I love her is that her hot takes tend to be very different than those of all the other late night hosts. (Hm, I wonder why that could be, FELLAS?)

One of the long-running and not unfounded criticisms of the feminist movement is that it’s primarily been concerned with the lot of middle and upper class white women, to the detriment of concerns of working class and non-white women (cf: bell hooks’s Ain’t I a Woman?) As a result, there’s been at least some improvement in that area since Betty Friedan first drew our attention to “the problem that has no name.”


Many of us have decried the obsessive media focus on Trump voters (part 1,547,624 in an infinity-part series) and the dearth of stories (with a very few exceptions) about the MAJORITY of us who voted for Hillary Clinton.

Well, there’s another MAJOR blind spot in the coverage.



I know – if you read any newspapers, news magazines, or current events/political blogs, or watch any network of cable news, you are probably shocked – SHOCKED – to learn this.

In fact, there are white women who are working class.

There are black women who are working class.

There are Latinas who are working class.

There are First Nations women who are working class.

There are Asian women who are working class.

There are men of color who are working class.

There are LGBT people who are working class.

There are people with disabilities who are working class.

(Very few of these people are coal miners.)

And they didn’t vote for so-called (for now) President Trump, either. People who were ACTUALLY “economically anxious” voted for HILLARY CLINTON. People who were “culturally anxious” (which as far as I can tell is a whitewashed way of saying “racist”) voted for Trump.

Which makes sense. Hillary actually talked about creating good jobs in a 21st century economy A LOT. More than she talked about ANYTHING else, and not by a little. And, being the Hermione Granger that she is, she had a detailed plan for HOW she was going to deliver on that promise. Because that’s just how our girl rolls – 20 (position papers) deep.

The people who were ACTUALLY economically anxious – and had reason to be – heard her, supported her, and voted for her.

Where are their stories?

Untold by all the white bros. But the woman spotted it, picked it up, and ran with it.

Diversity matters. In the stories, and in the story-tellers.


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Their Wet Dream

Aggressive mad women fighting over man.

You know what Patriarchy really loves?  When feminists fight each other instead of Patriarchy.

Picture found here.

Blessing Words for Wednesday

Everybody’s Sick


A few weeks ago, I had my annual physical and my doctor was delighted that my new eating regimen seems to have caused me to lose weight, drop my blood pressure, and improve my blood glucose measures and my cholesterol levels.  I joked with her that some of the weight I’ve lost was my “Trump Twenty,” rather than weight I’d carried before the election.  She laughed and said that I was the fifth or sixth person she’d heard refer to weight gained from stress eating and drinking as the “Trump Twenty.”  It’s as if all these years later, we’ve lost the “Freshman Fifteen” that we gained from the stress of college only to gain weight from the stress of this administration.  But, as we know, there’s a relation to our level of stress and the health of our bodies.

Byron Ballard recently noted that there is a lot of illness going around.  The flu is now an epidemic and even those of us who got the shot seem to be coming down with some serious crud.  I’m one of half a dozen or so adults I know who’ve NEVER gotten ear infections since they were children but who are now suffering from . . . ear infections.  I sit down every morning to do my daily practice and feel like an angry child demanding of my Goddesses “WHY!  Why can’t I get over this infection and move on to the goals I’ve set for myself?  Why?”

All of which is to say that now is an excellent time to focus on your health and the health of your family, coven, Resistance Group.  I was once in a women’s circle that, every year about this time, did some serious work on immunity.  We took steam baths and did salt scrubs.  We made mushroom immunity soup.  We chanted each others’ names to raise energy.  We washed our hands.   Yes, we had other work to do, but we understood that caring for our immune systems was important, too.

It’s cliche by now to note that you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others.  Pull your own oxygen mask down and all that.  But it’s a cliche for a reason.  What are YOU doing to take care of yourself?  Please leave one comment below to describe your favorite way to boost your immunity.

Picture found here.

Monday at the Movies

And I’m mad.  (You cannot imagine how mad.  How incandescently angry.  You don’t even want to know.)

The Magical Battle for America 1.14.18

Now’s probably a good time to remind everyone to check/refresh the wards on your home or wherever you do this work.  Be sure that you’re rested, grounded, and in a comfortable position.  Maybe wrap up in a blanket or cloak and grasp a stone or talisman that matters to you.  Grow your roots, send them deep into the soil, let them intertwine and grow small hairs to attach to the mycelia in your own landbase.


Anchor yourself firmly to your landbase.  Notice a small detail that will call you back when this working is finished.

Ground and center.  Cast a circle.


As you move to our American plain on the astral plane, you can see again the safe hillock where you do your work.  You can see the five giant banners, shining in the sky:  Walden Pond, the Underground Railroad, the Cowboy, the Salmon, and Lady Liberty.  Do they seem more defined since we began our work?  Do they have anything special to tell you this week?

For a few moments, just sit on your hillock and allow yourself to become comfortable. This place should be feeling very real to you by now; we’ve been working together to create it for months and months.  What’s become familiar to you?  A tuft of prairie grass?  Buffalo off in the distance?  The scent of sand carried on the wind?  You’ve been involved in a months-long magical working here, joined with magic workers from across the globe.  Feel your connection to this place on the astral plane.  It is always here for you, always a source of strength.

As you sit and listen, you hear, in the distance, the long, lonely sound of a train whistle.  Listen closely and you’ll hear it again, carried over the distance and upon the wind.  Ask her permission and then slip your consciousness into that hawk that’s been circling, all this time, overhead.  Through her eyes, you can see railroad tracks that link the Atlantic coast to the Pacific.  Those tracks run through giant cities such as Chicago and into small farming depots with names such as Rockford, Wellspring, Greenville, Wharton, and Carey.  Those tracks run through miles and miles of “badlands,” deserted countryside that no one can farm or settle.  They run deep under mountains, through tunnels that had to be blasted and mined, often literally inch by inch, through granite ranges that were too steep for the trains.  The railroads run over rivers and creeks, across bridges built by men who learned their trade rebuilding bridges destroyed in the Civil War.  They run along older trails, originally used by America’s First Peoples, and then by covered wagons, moving people and goods from the East Coast into the West.  The tracks were laid by soldiers who were released from the Union and Confederate armies, often working side by side after that long and bitter war.  They were laid by Chinese immigrants, many who came to America to escape the Taiping Rebellion and who hoped, one day, to return to their homeland.  Those workers used eighteen-pound sledge hammers to drive spikes, mixed the explosives used to blast through obstacles, and dug out the avalanches of snow that threatened every winter to stop progress on the rails.  As you soar overhead, you see how nearly every aspect of American life — from banks that funded the work, to governments that provided the land, to farmers who fed the workers, to ferries that carried the supplies from one spot to the next, to women who nursed the injured workers, to newspaper editors who wrote about the railroad’s progress, to iron workers who cast the rails, the cars, and the engines that were still called “Iron Horses” — were involved in this gigantic undertaking to unite the country.

Thank the lovely hawk who has carried you and return to your hillock.  (Maybe later this week, you’ll want to do some magic and/or make a contribution to the Hawk Migration Association of North America .  It’s always important to give thanks for the service such hosts provide.)  As you think about the massive effort involved in linking all of America’s various parts by a network of rails, consider the effort needed to produce a Big Blue Wave this Autumn, Nov. 6, 2018.  Many different kinds of work are going to be needed and many different workers are going to be involved.  The work will extend from, literally, sea to shining sea.  From major cities to small towns, from farmlands to mountain fastnesses, from the undergrounds of consciousness to the heights of rational thought, we are going to need to engage in the same work as our ancestors, pulling the country back together again and building a network of rational, liberal, diverse, and compassionate people together in order to elect good Senators, Congresspersons, Governors, State Legislators, Town Councils, Boards of Education, Water Boards, Zoning Boards . . . .

Stand on your hillock, listen again to the sound of the train whistle off in the distance, and see what work you are called to do to build this railroad of the Big Blue Wave.  At your feet, you see a heavy sledgehammer and a golden spike.  When you have a clear vision of your task, and when you are ready, lift the sledgehammer, call your ancestors who were involved with the railroad to witness your act, and hammer the golden spike deep into the ground.  Watch the energy that spreads, weblike, from your golden spike to all of the other golden spikes being driven across America by your fellow magic workers.  The magic has been laid; now, we need your engines to do the “mundane” work that will ensure the result.


As you sit and rest, know that you are not working alone.  The Resistance — both magical and in all of its mundane (phone banking, check writing, representative calling, letter writing, canvassing, voting, volunteering, tutoring, restoring wetlands, growing plants for bees) manifestations — is huge.  Know that you are a powerful worker of magic, rooted in your very own landbase, working with the strong archetypes of this land, assisted by countless unseen others who labor in league with you.  You are brave and growing braver.  Your magic and your practical workings can make the difference.  The American railroad is always available to you when you want to do magic uniting a disparate group of people, groups, places.  Your ancestors earned it for you.


Return to your own body, your own landbase.  Open your eyes.  Rub your face, move your arms and legs.  Notice the detail you selected to call you back from the astral.  Open your circle.  Drink something, maybe Chinese tea or freshly-squeezed tangerine juice.  If you like, have something to eat, maybe a small bowl of lentils or a handful of pecans.

During the course of this week, you may want to visit the bannered prairie several times in order to strengthen its presence on the astral.  You may want to repeat this working.  You may want to place something on your altar to help you to remember the railroad. You may want to journal about your experience.  Are you inspired to make any art?  Can you sit beside a warm fire, or light incense, or stare into a candle?   What actions are you inspired to take for the Resistance?  If you’re willing, please share in comments what happened and how this working went.


NB:  Of course, like everything else in America (and, to be honest, everywhere else), the railroads were built at a great cost to the Native Peoples.  The railroads involved a decent amount of graft, exploited poor workers, and did environmental damage, along with all of the good that they did uniting a once-fractured country.  I want to acknowledge that and urge all who use the magical force of the railroads to also acknowledge it and to do what they can to ameliorate the damage.


Saturday Ballet Blogging

This is an excellent example of how the right costumes can add so much to a ballet.