Hillary Clinton sings and dances on the picnic table in my paternal grandfather's back yard.
The backyard is as lush with trees, grass, bushes and flowers -- and the huge garden as it ever was when my grandparents were alive.
We discuss the idea of forming a feminist political organization. "We can employ some of the principles that Che Guevarra used," Hillary says. Then she politely attempts to find out whether or not I know who Che Guevarra is, without actually asking me if I do, in case I do know who Che Guevarra is.
I tell her that I don't know much about forming political organizations, but I've been part of many groups and organizations and they all have politics of some kind.
I worry, though, that all of the women she suggests be a part of this organizations don't have the resources she does. "Clothes, and drycleaning, shoes and so on, are expensive."
Hillary says, "I'll get a government subsidy for our drycleaning!"
Then my husband insisted I get up so we can get going with the day: Raffetto's (founded 1905), Chinatown, Gourmet Garage, Morton Williams supermarket.
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I can say with absolute certainty that I never have dreams like this!
I've just started reading Redemption: The Last Battle of the Civil War (Lemann), about the 1873-75 insurrections in Louisiana and Mississippi that pretty much set the course for Jim Crow.
Essentially they did a military coup in Louisiana against the United State government.
You saw the David Flaherty article V. sent out to da list this AM, of how they've done it again just lately in Louisiana, against a black mayor and police chief -- white sheriff took 'em out, so they say. Racist as can be.
Love, c.
Anyway, I'd love a government subsidy for my drycleaning and shoe repair.
Love, c.
Also -- re the dream? I wonder if any of that dream was influence by knowing that next Saturday Che's former secretary is making lunch for us?
Love, C.
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