I’ve been called many a name in my life. My sister started it when she was about three and started calling me “emu” to try to upset me. 🙂 Most recently (and many times), I’ve been called a “Union Thug” by supporters of our state governor, who weaseled an anti-collective bargaining law onto the books. I’m not fazed by it at all. If the best argument you can make in defense of your beliefs is to call names…well, that speaks volumes now, doesn’t it? I witnessed a new low the other night, though.
On Tuesday evening, the kids and I met up with some of my former co-workers and attended a recall-the-governor rally. We were there to kick off the efforts and to sign a recall petition. We listened to some speakers get us fired up and then we marched a few blocks to the governor’s neighborhood. His neighbors in support of the recall had set up stations in their yards for the 3000 or so marchers to stop and sign petitions.
There were supporters of the governor in front of his home as we silently walked past. We made our way down the block, the adults joyfully signed a petition, and we began to backtrack our route to get to the car. As we passed the governor’s house the second time, one of his supporters pointed at the kids and said, “Don’t you know Governor Walker is making this a better state for you kids?”
I wanted to say something, but we silently kept moving. The organizers had requested that we not speak once we crossed the street into the residential area and I wanted to be respectful of that. And how do you think the man responded? What does he do? He circled in front of us and he spat at our feet. Yes, you read that correctly. He spat at us.