Helping on the 4th.
I’m not feeling very celebratory about the Fourth of July, forget the 250th. The current administration has taken away my reproductive rights and stands for everything I disagree with and am disgusted by.
I am, regardless, grateful to live in the US and to enjoy the spoils this country afforded my immigrant great grandparents and grandfather, and all that my family has achieved as a result.
I came across a news story that is a year or two old, about the absolutely devastating drug problem in the Kensington area of Philadelphia. People there are addicted to a large animal (think rhino) injectable drug known as tranq and the videos I’ve seen are shocking and heartbreaking. People just frozen and hunched over, in the middle of the street, on a door, sidewalks… it’s impossible to explain and isn’t widely publicized (I love about 90 miles away) yet it’s like a literal hell on earth. These people are paralyzed, out in the elements, for anyone to take advance of. I mean some really horrifying and eye opening stuff. There are people who take advantage of this epidemic and video these poor people, people who have parents and siblings and kids, people with souls and hearts who are in desperate need of acknowledgment, support, safety and compassion.
I found a women founded non profit that gets out there, on the ground, in these areas to supply with medical help, water, showers, clean needles, food, medical supplies, etc.
The non profit is called Savage Sisters. Their CEO is a former addict who now has recovered and has received a Congressional Medal of Honor.
So, in honor of my nation’s 250th celebration of freedom (I use that term loosely), I bought a bunch of supplies for them off their Amazon wish list; medical supplies, protein drinks, snacks. They need so much more than what I gave, but that is how I chose to acknowledge this Fourth of July. To help those who don’t have a voice, who are overlooked, diminished, poor, unable to get the help they deserve. These people are dying rapidly within a mile of Independence Hall.
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”