Words from the front.

[madamesilverspurs]

A friend posted this on another forum. It's her response to the absurdity surrounding the Romney/Rosen dustup:

My mother stayed at home until I was seven, she went to work because our refrigerator was empty and we could not afford milk. I have no personal animosity towards Mrs Romney, but I doubt she ever spent the afternoon crying in her car, as my mother once did, because a child support check bounced and she wasn't sure how to make it through the month.

There is a "war" on motherhood in this country, according to a recent study two fifths of single mother families live in poverty, that is three times the poverty rate of other families. This war was not started by a pundit on some cable news network or the Democratic party, it is ongoing and led for the most part by folks who mouth the words "family values" and then lecture those less fortunate than them to "pull themselves up by their own bootstraps".

My mother pulled herself up by her own bootstraps and it was a long, sometimes thankless journey, I haven't forgotten the struggle, I haven't forgotten the stress that shortened her life. Fair warning to the GOP, I WILL remember her and all the women like her on November 6, 2012 and keeping them in my heart I will VOTE.


In honor of her mother, I share her words here.



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[Jackpine Radical]

1. K. R.

[trof]

2. Lady, I am right there with you.

I was also raised by a single mom from the age of 4.
This was in Alabama circa 1945 when to be a divorcee was to be seen as a scarlet woman.

She was the hardest working woman I've ever known.
Put herself through secretarial school.
Got a job and supported us.
Eventually rose through the ranks to become a mutual funds saleswoman/investment adviser and an insurance agent.
She never heard of the 'glass ceiling'.
President of The Business and Professional Women's Club in Birmingham.
Appointed by the governor to the State Board of Pensions and Securities.
Oh, and she was a civil rights activate for minorities before we ever heard the term' civil rights' down here.
To her, it wasn't 'civil rights', it was just what was RIGHT.

And loved me?
That woman loved me with all her heart and soul.
Anything that's good in me now, at age 70, is a direct result of her upbringing and influence.

Thanks for your post.