The End Of Free Speech (By Design)

Tell me if this sounds familiar.  One of our members, a school board member, related the following about her experience (from our Facebook page):

“It really strikes close to home for me when you describe your group as one where women can express their views in a supportive environment. Our school superintendent was describing our fiscal situation (grim) and then said something along the lines of…so now all of you who voted for our governor [editor’s note: he is a fiscal hawk and trying to keep state spending in line] can now stand up and take credit…I felt awfully lonely as I stood…superintendent looked awfully surprised that someone did actually stand…but I am tired of hiding.”

We all need to find our voices and be confident in them because we are right. The bullying we experience every day is designed to be the end of our Constitutional right to freedom of speech. It’s why people don’t want to run for office and why they are so (pleasantly) surprised when they talk to people for the first time, somewhat hesitatingly, about the issues that matter to them and discover that others feel the same way. It’s why we sometimes have women on the verge of tears of happiness and relief at being able to attend our meetings and have their political souls nourished without looking over their shoulder for the next grenade tossed their way.

And it’s not just fiscally responsible women who feel bullied. Stay-at-home moms and housewives who choose to support their husbands at home report rampant condescension from the militant you-aren’t-worth-anything-unless-you-work-in-an-office crowd. This was driven home to me (no pun intended) in one the saddest episodes in my personal experience, as I helped a friend update her resume.

Incredibly intelligent and insightful, this woman had many talents which she had put to good use as a school and community volunteer when she left an excellent job in the paid workforce to take on the most important job there is, having and raising children (and hers, it must be added, are all very well behaved, respectful and accomplished). As her girls were getting older and in school full-time, she decided to look for a part-time job with “mother’s hours,” which is how I came to help her.

The full force of her emotional turmoil came bubbling up as we catalogued the skills she could bring to any lucky employer. She suddenly let out a mournful and resigned sigh saying, “Yes, but who will want to hire me? I’m only a mother and a housewife.”

The IWN celebrates women who work both inside (with no pay!) and outside the home. We celebrate women who dare to stand up to those who want to tax us into submission, who dare to believe that political correctness will be the death of this country, who dare to dream that we should all be given a chance to live up to our God-given potential with hard work, initiative and responsibility for our own actions and destiny.

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