Prop 50
photo by R.Marotta All these years later, I still remember learning the bolded word on the bottom right side of my Adventures in American History book. Gerrymandering — such a pretty word, the name for a medieval dance, or a walk through the forest flowers in my hair, petals in a basket tossed on a path— a meandering path. I still remember turning the page and discovering the word’s true definition: an intentional distortion of boundaries to strip rights and make powerless the voice of the people— I remember how the truth stopped short my dance, sent the petals of my daydream scattering in the wind— my childlike belief in liberty and justice for all sent scattering in the wind. Today, I celebrate PROP 50 with flowers in my hair and fresh petals in my basket, PROP 50— a new division made by the people and for the people in faith, friendship and hope of one day, true li...
