The world feels so polarized lately. I hate that. In my heart I’m a fence-sitter. I like talking to people who disagree with me. I like learning from people who see the world differently. But things *do* feel very divided the last few years. And I *do* have strong thoughts and feelings. Sometimes I have to voice them.
I highly suggest you check out the amazing blog Julianna Baggott has started, in response to Mitt’s comments about the 47%. I’ve made a contribution there, of which I’m proud.
When I think about it, I see that there is a record stretching back in time. An archive, a paper trail, of how little I’ve earned over the years. It wasn’t until I was 28 years old that I finally rose above the poverty line and cleared enough to truly pay my share. I’m not proud of this fact, exactly, but I’m not ashamed either. Because I contributed in a lot of ways, and I always worked. I worked hard.
The thing is— for all those years I was growing, becoming the adult I am now, who does pay a lot each year, and is delighted to do so. Tax me more! Tax me harder! Give me better schools and social programs, so that kids today can do as I did, have a chance to grow and learn and become grateful adults who appreciate the gifts they’ve been given, and in return give back.
But here is what I want to know: When does a child become an adult, and part of your 47%?
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