A Call For Aide Against Nazis

Today is Christmas Eve and the first day of Hanukkah. Around the country, many people are celebrating with their families and exercising their right to perform their religious ceremonies in comfort and dignity.

Meanwhile, I’m learning how to make armbands.

You see, I live in Montana. The same Montana where neo-Nazis have vowed to hold an armed march against Jewish people and stores in the town of Whitefish. They will be carrying armed rifles. I will not. Instead, I want to carry a symbol. An idea. A reminder.

So tonight I’m learning to make armbands. Black armbands with a gold star in the middle. And I will wear one openly on the day those Nazis march into Whitefish. I will stand in that street and I will remind them– and the world– why this is not okay. I will remind them why our First Amendment proudly declares that we are free to practice any religion we choose– without fear. Without discrimination. Without armbands or Nazis or hatred. I will remind them why our fathers and grandfathers fought and died against the terrors of oppression that carried rifles and wore swastikas. I will not be afraid.

This is an open call for aide. I am not asking you to stand with me and my husband in Whitefish when they march next month. But I need help reminding the world why this fight is important. A gold star on a black background. An armband for each person that chooses to face the swastikas and assault rifles. A symbol. A reminder.

Help us. Make one, two, a thousand–whatever you can– and send them to those who are willing to stand against an evil that should have been stamped out 70 years ago. Let them hear us.

Good people far outnumber evil in the world. We are here. We see and hear you.

And we will not stand for this.

The Neo-Nazi website the Daily Stormer is now calling for an armed march against Jews in Whitefish, Montana.

This is the current blurb for “PROJECT WHITEFISH” on the Neo-Nazi site, Dailystormer.com


Today I Had An Abortion

Author’s Note: This is not my story, but the woman that reached out to me wishes to help break the stereotype around her ectopic pregnancy and subsequent termination of the fetus while remaining anonymous. She and I both hope that sharing this will mean that others will not be so afraid to seek help and comfort for their own stories. Also, for those who would judge her for this– you have no choice but to direct your hate and anger at me. I am happy to do this for her.

Take care. I love you all. -T

Today I found out I was pregnant.

It wasn’t the happy, pee-on-a-stick-and-wait-impatiently-for-that-blue-line-to-appear type of discovery. It wasn’t the nervously-surprise-your-husband-then-burst-into-happy-tears sort of day.

It was a I’ve-been-bleeding-for-three-weeks-and-went-to-the-doctor type of pregnancy.

For the record, those aren’t the good kind. Continue reading