I am once again with my sister and my lover. We had an informal dinner with ingredients bought at the last-minute, some with my own cash and some with my girlfriend’s food stamps.
It’s not so bad for me in terms of cash flow these days. I even managed to purchase as a gift for my sister a new Macbook Pro, financed over 12 months, of course. She is one of the Wisconsin public employees whose salary was cut 5.8% and has to now pay 12% of her insurance premium. She is giving up her car, not exactly a luxury in a sprawling city such as Madison, WI, but she has found a way to do without it. People in my neighborhood in Brooklyn have cars, yet my gal and I feel extremely embarrassed on the very rare occasion we pull up in front of our building in a yellow cab. As if we are very privileged white gerls who can afford the world, when our neighbors all have cars, more than one even and I do not understand how they can afford to buy them let alone carry auto insurance and maintain their vehicles. Still we are embarrassed.
I have no healthcare coverage, nor does my gal. We both have our own individual precarious, but very carefully pieced together system we navigate in the public health system to get medical care and prescription medication. It’s hard to muddle through this piecemeal approach to healthcare, but since we both believe in unbundling healthcare from employment, marriage and other institutions, we deal.
It’s nice outside, sunny and cool, we are together, and yes we are all white and privileged by skin color, class and other markers. But still its hard trying to survive in the Amerikan economy circa 2011, for us, for everyone.
I give you this article Thanksgiving: a Native American View, by Jacqueline Keeler, as a reminder of herstory and how it shapes, informs and influences the present.