Good Riddance: Rage Becomes Her
A trip to the Statue of Liberty, a government terrorizing its people, and my fucking anger.
Hi everyone,
We made it through another week, now let’s let some shit go. (Two cuss words before the second sentence should tell you all what kind of mood I’m in.) Join me in the comments below for our weekly series, Good Riddance, where you can let something go or get something off your chest from the week before.
This week every hair on my body rose up with an untamable rage as I watched a now viral video of an immigrant mother named Rosane Ferreira-De Oliveira being arrested by ICE in Massachusetts. (The video is distressing, so I’ve chosen not to link to it, but if you’d like to read more about this case, click here for a recent report from Rolling Stone that does not include video.) As Rosane was detained, her teenage daughter’s face was forcefully held to the pavement by ICE agents while Rosane’s older daughter tried to intervene while still protecting her three-month-old son who she held in her arms. Dozens of neighbors could be seen trying to stop the arrest and the horrific violence taking place. When one concerned neighbor demanded the ICE agent show a warrant for the woman’s arrest, the agent allegedly told her, “We don’t have to show you anything.” The family’s attorney stated, “No warrant was ever shown to [Rosane] or to [her daughter], or to anyone. It seemed the agents were there to take custody of everybody."
All over the U.S., women and minorities are being terrorized in their own backyards, on their way to work, and even in their own hospital beds months after being declared legally dead. Yes, you read that correctly. Right now in Georgia, Adriana Smith is lying brain dead in a hospital room, but is being forced to stay on life support against her family’s wishes because she was nine weeks pregnant when she died. To put it more plainly, her body is being used as an incubator. (Tell me you think we’re nothing more than property without telling me.)

How can anyone be okay with any of this? What have we become as a country? Or rather, why are we allowing the progress we have ALL benefited from to be savagely stripped away as we return to some of the most horrendous, inhumane roots of America’s history? How are so many people seemingly okay allowing these atrocities to take place all in the name of lowering the cost of eggs? How are people falling for the propaganda as old as time—that immigrants, no matter their legal status, are to blame for the problems in this country instead of the billionaires robbing everyone blind and exploiting workers? How can people refuse to look at the reality of this, let alone start to really understand it?
How much are we going to tolerate? And I mean “we” as in all of us, no matter if you have a red hat or a camo hat hanging in your closet, if you’ve never engaged with politics or attended a protest or even read the news before; where is our line in the sand? When do people start seeing what’s been right in front of them this entire time?
My anger and sadness over all of this was made even more pronounced when I chaperoned my daughter’s field trip to the Statue of Liberty this week. I was so glaringly reminded that we are a nation built largely on the backs of immigrants and a nation, in its later years, that offered the promise of a dream realized: freedom, liberty, and justice for ALL, not just the select few. What happened to the words etched in bronze at the feet of this statue representing all the good we supposedly stand for? What happened to “‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free’”?
Below: Clips from a video that was playing in the museum. The video description reads, “Millions of immigrants and refugees passed by the Statue of Liberty as they arrived in New York Harbor. For many, the Statue embodied dreams of opportunity in their new home.”
As I stood below the gigantic 138-year-old patina statue and gazed up at her sturdy stare while swarms of young children ran around me also looking up in awe, I became overwhelmed with emotion. And I thought about really letting go, of not holding back any of the rage anymore. The devastating reality of this administration’s actions (and of those who are enabling and acting on its behalf) are overwhelming and heartbreaking. The nonstop cruelty is doing what it’s intended to do: overload and exhaust us. And some days, it works on me, even with decades of activism under my belt. On those days, I’m going to let the anger inspire me and the fury force me into the fight. This week I’m leaning into my anger and speaking on it, because I cannot and will not accept any of this, in the name of all we have fought for, and in honor of Lady Liberty. We can and must do better than this, and I will not stop until we do.
What are you letting go of this week, friends?
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Amber, I feel ALL of this. The moms being ripped away from their children gut me and make me panic. I want to keep my kids in our little home bubble and never let them out of my sight after watching those videos.
My husband and I just shake our heads together after the kids go to bed. Where the f*** are we living and why are so many people OK WITH THIS?
I started a new part-time job at my kids' school this week. It happened fast and I'm so glad I was approached for the position. It's a great fit. I see my kids in school every day now. I get hugs from them and other kids. I'm eyes and ears for one of our most vulnerable groups, many in our district are economically disadvantaged. I am happy to be there to make sure they get food in their bellies and are safe on the playground. This is my new purpose in the mess. And I'm going to channel all of my fear and anger into making sure our kids are taken care of for a few hours each day.
Again, not a "let go." It's a channeling. Amber, I'm with you. 100%. We're all in this together. 🩷
As a great grandmother, I appreciate you Amber. You tell it like it is. I am also in fear what they will use or do to the children. In our state, they are now allowed to come into anybody's home at any time and do a welfare check on children and the elderly, with out notice. Our freedom is gone... Yes, I too, am mad as hell. Thank you for the honest truth.