Man: “I don’t have $240,000 sitting in a bank account.”
He took a breath.
Man: “It’s the house.”
Judge: “I understand.”
Man: “I’ve lived there for 47 years.”
He paused.
Man: “My wife died in that house.”
The courtroom went quiet.
Man: “If I sell it, where do I go?”
The judge looked back at the foreclosure documents.
Judge: “Mr. Harris, having equity doesn’t cancel the mortgage.”
Man: “Then what am I supposed to do?”
If an old-guard feminist lesbian co-owner screaming in young girls’ faces for cheering their favorite women’s basketball player from once-in-a-lifetime courtside seats for simply for standing up for girls and women in sports doesn’t smack the rest of these women out of their “males belong in women’s sports” delusion, nothing will.
This is the furthest thing from supporting women and girls.
Later, at the hospital while they checked her over, my parents rushed in, frantic. My mother stared at the badge still clipped to my belt.
All these years she thought I was the family disappointment.
Grandma squeezed my hand and whispered, “The blue bird is singing again.”
I smiled. For the first time in fifteen years, I didn’t feel small at all.
Some legacies aren’t loud. They’re just steady. And sometimes the quiet ones are the ones who show up when the song stops.
@IvankaNews_ He should be court-martialed if he was insubordinate to the President, just as any other soldier would be if he didn't follow lawful orders.