Every Woman In America Has PTSD Right Now

Morgan Walbridge

On Friday, I almost got into a car accident when a woman turned left in front of me without even looking. I momentarily glimpsed her face and it was completely blank. I thought about honking my horn and yelling, but the absence of emotion or recognition in her expression gave me pause. I’d been reminding myself to stay in the moment and in my body all day Thursday as I listened to Dr. Christine Blasey Ford recount her sexual assault in front of the entire country. As a stay-at-home mom, I can do okay on autopilot for awhile: make breakfast, pack lunches, take the big kids to school, walk the dog, serve lunch to the toddlers, throw in a load of laundry, pick up the kids, walk the dog again, make dinner, bedtime routines. By Friday morning I knew I had washed and dried the remote to the living room television, indicating a glitch in my usual programming. And by the time I was shuttling my children home that afternoon, having my near miss collision, I’d decided that every woman in America was suffering a bout of PTSD and needed to be cut a break.

Every woman I know has been the victim of sexual misconduct or violence of some kind, ranging from verbal harassment to rape to domestic abuse. This is the crux of the #MeToo movement and the reason women aren’t okay right now.

See, Brett Kavanaugh isn’t just Brett Kavanaugh at this point. He’s your violent ex-boyfriend who left fingerprint bruises on your wrist. He’s that man that once followed you for three blocks and you were sure it was murder. He’s your alcoholic dad with the rage in his eyes and beer on his breath. He’s the teenage boy whose hands you kept pushing away from the zipper on your jeans. He’s a man many of us still live with or around. And Dr. Ford? She’s me. She’s you. She’s your sister, mother, daughter, neighbor. When her voice trembled as she spoke, women could feel it in our throats. We knew that shaky feeling and we felt it with her all over again. Of all the burdens we bear, women added this Senate Hearing to our mental and emotional plates last week. We were all yelling at Jeff Flake in that elevator. And if you don’t know what it feels like to be simultaneously terrified and unspeakably powerful - a woman- yield the floor to us and take my advice:

Don’t grab us, not even playfully. For the love of god, don’t “Not All Men” us. Don’t ask us what’s wrong or wonder why we forgot something important. Give us space and consideration and help us feel our power. Buy us flowers, a rape whistle, chocolate, pepper spray, takeout, or a solid ash baseball bat. Or all of those things and maybe throw in a new remote.

My Resistance Journey

by Rosey Abuabara
Co-chair TX23 Indivisibles

I never thought I'd be doing what I'm doing. I never thought I'd be protesting, organizing, or doing interviews for the news. But here I am. Somehow, I found myself as a reluctant co-chair of something I had no idea what to do. I was the co-chair of TX23Indivisibles.

I went to my first protest against Rep. Will Hurd. I knew nothing about him, so I googled him up and found that he was a horrible representative. So, I made a sign out of a piece of cardboard I cut from a box. My first protest sign said "don't be afraid of us", thinking that my rep would eventually come around and meet with us. (He still hasn't, as of this writing). The people organizing said they were going to protest everyday for 4 days. I went all four days. I learned that elected officials can say whatever they want, yet vote another way. That's why I am working to flip our congressional district from red to blue, and hold them accountable.
I've met many people like me who felt the need to get involved and stay involved in our communities. People who are first time activists like me. We started sharing our experiences. We discovered that our common goal to want to make change was deep, and it united us.

On the occasion of Texas Governor Greg Abbott's announcement for reelection, we decided to attend it wearing our Indivisible shirts. We had no plan to disrupt things. We just wanted to hear what he had to say. We never suspected anything would happen. As a group, we decided we needed some people to protest outside, and some of us to go inside. As it turned out, the atmosphere was crazy inside. People were loudly chanting  "keep Texas red". For myself, I didn't engage with anyone. I ignored any comments made to me. I decide it was so crazy in there that I started recording using Facebook live. Suddenly I saw one of the women I rode with being shoved by police out the door, arms behind her back. Then another friend was whipped around and pushed out of the building, arms behind their backs. This was happening all around me. Eventually, they came to me and told me to leave or get arrested. I asked why I was being asked to leave, since I was quietly standing there recording. They said I was a "possible agitator". I guess they didn't like my t-shirt. Ultimately, I relented and left. I walked out to the protesters outside, only to find them frantically trying to find the husbands of my women friends arrested. We were all in disbelief and shock. It was like a Trump rally. We innocently went to make a statement, and 3 in our group got detained, with their hands zip tied behind their backs, and a paddy wagon parked close by.
Slowly the 3 women came out. They were told that the Governor decided not to press charges.
We were so traumatized that we went for margaritas afterward to talk about what had just happened to us.
If we had been bonding before that, after that, we bonded completely. It only served to strengthen our resolve to continue fighting, even if we got arrested.

No one ever told me that activism was so much fun. Being around so many like minded women made it easy for conversation to flow. We have shared our life experiences with each other, our beliefs that everyone should be equal under the law. We've discussed how we can no longer go back to our old lives of listening to the news and wishing things would be better. We had to be part of the solution. Things are critical. Everyday we get hit several times with unbelievable news of our elected officials, not just nationally, but locally. We have learned that local politics affect our lives more than national politics. So, many of us have become involved with local politics to ensure that our voices are heard. We are encouraged to join boards, to run for office, to take a seat at the table. For myself, I became a precinct chair.

Although there are some men in this movement, on the whole, there are mostly women. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because so many laws are being made against us. There are so many freedoms we took for granted that are being stripped away. I know that women before me fought for rights I take advantage of. The right to vote comes to mind. It's now my turn to fight for our future generations. Never let it be said that we stood around and let it happen. We fought like hell. In this age of social media, everything is being documented.

I know that what motivates me is making change for my kids. Other kids will benefit because I spoke up and stood strong.
I have met wonderful people along the way. I have heard stories of homelessness and hopelessness, stories that break your heart, stories that make you want to make the world a better place. Stories that make you wake up everyday and get out of bed and make a difference. And that's what I strive to do. Make a difference, even if it's a small difference. I can live with myself knowing I did my part. I sleep well at night now. Bad news keeps coming, but it only serves to motivate me to continue fighting, because we are literally fighting for our lives.


The Value of Doing Things That Don’t Matter

by Zoe M-W

The small liberal arts college from which I am about to graduate is famous for being the bloodiest of the bleeding hearts, the hipster mecca of America, a producer of musicians and artists likely to create a senior project that could be mistaken for the dregs of a garage sale. So, when I first toured the campus buildings I was shocked to find the plain and aging humanities classrooms in stark contrast to the glittering, modern science facilities. Even here, where students clamor to fulfill their math and science requirements with classes like “chemistry for photographers” and “secret codes”, the sciences were well-funded, catered-to, and touted. This American obsession with the harder disciplines is pervasive. Our society tells us that career tracks like medicine or law matter more than art or poetry. It also instills that any free time should probably be an occasion to spend money: off of work? Go get a drink with coworkers. Weekend? Shopping. If you’re not spending money you should be bettering yourself and the outward displays of your station in life: work out, power wash your fence. We are rarely encouraged to simply take a walk or sit with ourselves. In a society obsessed with the performative, actions done for ourselves are ascribed lesser importance.

I personally have struggled a great deal with this concept of “real” pursuits. As a poetry major who also studies ancient religious texts, I have lain awake many nights worrying that the fields to which I have devoted myself possess no concrete value. When I started participating in DGB, I would feel a momentary reward of completing my action only to listen to the latest news broadcast and sink into that despair that comes from sticking your neck out and still feeling completely invisible. But of the few academic lessons I remember from high school (sorry, teachers), one concept from AP environmental science has stayed with me: the tragedy of the the commons. The idea here is that everyone believes that they, as one person, are insignificant and their actions are irrelevant and this causes them to behave in ways that are wasteful and unsustainable. “I’m just one person, so if I eat more than my share there will still be plenty left”. True, but when everyone over-uses, we’re left with nothing. The seemingly humble belief that our actions don’t matter turns out to be an exceedingly self-centered viewpoint with devastating consequences.

Especially now, we have to believe that small things do matter and we have to believe that everything we do is real by virtue of us doing it. Things that have nothing to do with making or spending money can have value because they’re beautiful or quiet. We can do something that doesn’t make any sense just because it feels right. And we can take actions that feel small and know that somewhere out there another equally small person is doing the same, making our actions a little bit bigger. So vivan los wastes of time. Let’s do things that we’re told don’t matter. I think we’ll be surprised at how much they do.


Russiagate Bloggers

by Morgan W.

So, you want more information about Russiagate, right? We at DGB are also addicted to this story, and not ashamed to indulge.

It’s easy for information to get buried in the frenetic news cycle scrambling to cover all the crazy of this administration, so some of us turn to independent journalists and contributors to supplement our usual Amazon Washington Post and Failing New York Times articles with juicy conspiracies.

The “news before the news” happens on Twitter, so we’ve compiled some relevant accounts for you to follow.


For a legal take, follow Seth Abramson @SethAbramson. His threads can be long and fairly complex, but he breaks down the information well, and is generally considered to be reliable. Abramson is a poet, professor, and former attorney.


Bill Palmer @PalmerReport has had some high-profile shares, leading to debate over the veracity of his claims. His website is well-staffed, mysterious, and increasingly popular. http://www.palmerreport.com/


If you like a generous splash of Crazy with your Trump hate, follow Louise Mensch @LouiseMensch. She’s a novelist and former Member of British Parliament, who now publishes mainly on her blog https://patribotics.blog/. Confirmation bias will help you validate her reporting if you decide to go in this direction. Grain of salt and all that.


If you find Louise is too “hysterical”, follow Claude Taylor @TrueFactsStated for the exact same conspiracies delivered to you by a safer, more male narrator. Taylor is a contributor to both Patribotics and Palmer Report and apparently worked with the Clintons once upon a time.


We find John Schindler @20committee is a good middle ground between conspiracy and facts. He touts an impressive intelligence community history, including with the NSA. https://20committee.com/


Other interesting posters to follow include






Infighting between accounts is fairly common and can be distracting, with various attempts to discredit other accounts’ tweets/careers/patriotism/character. Please keep in mind that verified accounts (with a blue check mark) do not indicate that Twitter endorses the content of their tweets, just that the person is who they claim to be. People using Twitter can still spread false information and DGB doesn’t take a position on the credulity of any of these sources. We recommend you consume all media judiciously. There’s a line between Trump hate dance parties and actual news, but it’s blurry these days. If you try on enough tin foil hats, a few are bound to fit, but don’t get too carried away.


Hillbilly Elegy: a Review

Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis is a memoir written by self-proclaimed hillbilly and venture capitalist, J.D. Vance. It’s a story of his life growing up in poverty in Ohio and Kentucky, and how one man was able to beat the odds with the help of his grandmother, Mamaw.

It’s a very informative book with a ton of insight into Appalachia and Appalachian culture, which is rarely represented in movies, tv shows, or books. 20% of residents in Appalachia live in poverty, compared to the 15.6% nationwide. I think that, had I read this book prior to the Trump election, I probably would have loved it. After the Trump presidency though, it feels like another think piece, albeit a long one, on how ignoring blue collar workers in this country has gotten us to the mess that we are in. Intellectually, I can see that, I can; but reading this often made me very angry, knowing that a large portion of my family are not, in fact, blue collar workers and still voted for Trump. That despite all the claims, really it was wealthy white voters that propelled Trump to the White House. It was interesting reading how many of his family members were dyed in the wool democrats, until recently.

It was a heartfelt story about how love and perseverance got Vance through his treacherous years living with his mother as a child, and all the horrors of addiction Appalachians, as well as many other regions, face, but in the end I just came away somewhat angry. I don’t even know if it was anger at these regions, that I know voted so overwhelmingly for Trump, and ultimately against their own best interests, or if I was just mad at the way the entire system is setup to benefit the wealthy and pulling yourself up by your bootstraps is just a pipe dream. Either way, I was pretty angry throughout the whole book. It was a righteous anger at so many different things and for that, I can’t help but suggest you read this book and expect not to love it, but learn from it.


Enough Already

It’s been 100 days and some change since Donald J. Trump took office and what a ride it’s been, huh? WeeeeEEEEEeeeee--what part of the rickety rollercoaster will we experience today?! As if the constant anxiety due to national security secrets being leaked, underqualified dolts being appointed, and foreign dignitaries being manhandled is not enough for our worn nerves to bear, some on the Left have taken it upon themselves to call for “empathy” and “understanding” for those that voted for and created this (totally foreseeable and completely predictable) mess. Tell me if you’ve heard or read something like this:

“We need to have empathy for people that voted for Trump, they’ve been forgotten and ignored!”

It’s almost like when you eschew and devalue education you are easily conned by fraudsters that shill empty promises and outright lies. Weird. Anyway, here’s why if you are saying things like that you need to stop, and if you are thinking they are right you also need to stop:


  1. It’s presumptive. Telling people that they need to have empathy assumes that they don’t have it in the first place. I can feel really, really bad for someone and understand where they are coming from, while also finding them to be 100 percent wrong. So wrong and misguided that they are destructive. Being willfully ignorant and messing up your own life is one thing, messing up the lives of 320 million American people (or really even one or two people) is not ok and never will be.

  2. It’s tone-policing. Anger is an entirely appropriate response when lives and well being are threatened. Especially when it’s your own that is at stake.

  3. It’s inaccurate, revisionist history. White working class people in America have never been ignored or forgotten. Social service programs were created in order to help them. Republican and Democratic campaigns have targeted them in every election since the parties’ inceptions.  


Consider this post a demand for accountability. For ownership. Let’s stop infantilizing an entire class of people and start asking that they do better. For themselves and for all of us.


Media Review - Into the Badlands

by Emily R.

If you’re anything like me, you like to escape into a fictional world every so often. Maybe you *used* to enjoy a good romp through the post-apocalyptic wasteland, but now it seems a little too much like watching the future. But if you’re still into post-apocalyptic dystopia, let me recommend AMC’s Into the Badlands to you.

While I’m no expert on the genre, I’ve watched and read the highlights. I’m familiar with Mad Max. I watched season after season of The Walking Dead and Fear the Walking Dead. I watched and read The Hunger Games and the Divergent series. I loved the graphic novel for I Am Legend, though the I give the movie a so-so. I watched The Road, though I it didn’t really speak much to me.

Every Sunday night, I eagerly anticipate Into the Badlands. Here are some of the reasons why:


  1. Humor. One thing that I find eminently true of humans is that we can find moments of humor in the darkest of times. I’m not talking about a giant yuk-fest, but some humor goes a long way to break up what would otherwise be a depressing slog. It’s something that is frequently missing from these bleak futurescapes.

  2. Martial Arts. One thing about the future is that there’s a lot of fighting. This isn’t really surprising, since fighting figures prominently into our past and present. But in the Into the Badlands dystopia, guns were banned (suspend your disbelief at that working), leaving us with some highly skilled martial artists. The show has a nice balance of story and fighting, so there’s a reason for the action that’s not wholly spurious all of the time.

  3. Diversity of Cast. OK, so there are still a lot of white people in this future, so it’s not perfect. But I do like that it’s not ONLY white people in this future, or at least mostly white people and a smattering of not-white people. And it’s not just the Chinese actors that are brilliant martial artists. And the political structure isn’t broken out along racial lines. It makes for a better viewing experience, because to my mind it makes that future more likely. It also makes the location less fixed in my mind.

  4. The Story. Fundamentally, there’s all the things that make for a good human drama. There’s forbidden love. There’s betrayal. There’s power and politicking and political upheaval. There’s failure and redemption. You know, the things that keep you coming back for more.

  5. Costuming and Set Design. This dystopia has some mad design skills, and we’ll leave it at that.


All in all, if you’ve not dived in yet, you should. It’s easily a million times better than rolling your eyes as Negan, yet again, proves himself to be a really terrible person.



The Customized Resistance

by Morgan W.

We’ve all been told that insulating ourselves from Trump supporters only widens the gap of understanding and prevents open dialogue, therefore impeding community progress. But what if you want to remain locked away in your liberal elite tower, fingers in your ears, and “LALALA” away The Crazy? There’s a bespoke browser extension for that!

This is the main Chrome Web Store and the Firefox Add-On Store, but here are a some extensions to help you avoid the stark reality of living under 45:


This replaces images of Trump with kittens to cushion the blow of unpleasant headlines with fur:

Make America Kittens Again


And here’s a way to convert Trump’s tweets into children’s scribbles to give them the weight they deserve:

Make Trump Tweets Eight Again


Or, if you’re past the Denial Stage and ready to tailor your browser to this marathon battle, here are a few extensions to help you Resist:


This one replaces Trump’s name with Jezebel’s descriptions of him to remind us all how terrible he is:



Visit this site for extensions that will autocorrect all instances of “alt-right” to “white supremacy” or “neo nazi”:



This site provides extensions to help you make sure your online consumerism contributes to a better world, all while you shop as usual (they even provide coupon codes!):



Have you discovered or created a browser extension that helps your election grieving process? Please share it with DGB!


I Could Never Do What You Do. Your Kids are So Lucky.

by Morgan W.

I am an adoptive parent and all of my children were adopted through foster care.

In 2008, we took the training classes, installed the best car seat in our practical SUV, and waited for someone else’s baby to be taken from them so we could bring it home and, hopefully, adopt him or her. We were young, optimistic, and totally prepared. Love can heal anything, right? Once our baby was home with us, we would just love it so much, anything she or he had been through would be erased. We would be perfect parents.

Today, we have a handful of children. They’re weird and imperfect. They have various delays and disorders. I go to a lot of IEP meetings and specialists. Whenever people find out how we built our family, they say one of two things: “I could never do what you do.” or “Your kids are so lucky.” In the early days, when I had one baby, I would think “anyone could do this! My baby isn’t lucky! I’m lucky to be her mom!” Fast forward nearly a decade and my reaction has evolved. You know what? You probably couldn’t do what I do. Bouncing a drug-addicted and screaming baby all night for weeks could break a person. Being afraid that your child will go back to their biological family because they’re just barely good enough on paper will keep you up all night even if your tremoring, wailing baby settles. I’m strong as hell. And my kids are lucky. They’re lucky because, if they had been reunified, the combination of nature and nurture probably would not have been kind. They’re lucky because I advocate for them. I don’t care who thinks I’m pushy and I’ve always had a serious problem with authority. My kids are lucky because I constantly read and research. I question service providers. I rely on my instincts and my niche knowledge of children with extra needs. I don’t believe in predestination, but I’m good at this.

The part of adoption and foster care that’s the hardest to swallow is the realization that love isn’t enough. There’s a spectrum of brokenness for the children who come into care, and you could end up with a child anywhere on that scale. You could get a well-adjusted baby who grows up relatively typical; a delay here and there. You could get a child with RAD who ends up in residential care because they try to kill a pet or even a family member. Love is a powerful tool, but trauma can last forever, and no one knows how genetics play a role. Not everything is fixable because you hugged your child and wished away the pain. This realization hurts, and it’s a particularly hard fall from the tree of idealism like one I planted in 2008. I can personally verify that you can have two sets of organic unbleached crib sheets and wear your baby daily and your child can still have FAS.

I’m not going to say I wouldn’t trade this life for anything or that my greatest reward is parenting my children. Maybe those things are true, but neither this blog nor foster care can be tied up with a neat, feel-good bow. This life is nothing like what I imagined it would be, but it’s mine, and I’m doing my best.



by Emily R.

Most of us want to be good people. We want to be nice. We want to say the right things and have people like and love us. Sure, there are outliers. There are people that seem to thrive on cruelty. There are others that really just don’t seem to care what others think or feel. But I think it’s safe to say that those are the exception to the rule.

Often, part of thinking about ourselves as the nice and good people that we want to be means not looking at the parts of ourselves that are not so savory. These parts may be saying hurtful things in the heat of anger. They may be the tendency to disappear when a friend is going through a tough time because we don’t know what to say. And if you’re a white person in America, there’s probably a little voice that is a white supremacist.

WHAT? LOL. That couldn’t possibly be you. You’re good! You’re nice! You believe in equality! You marched! Trust me, it’s there. To quote the Church Lady, you think you’re just a *leetle* bit superior. Because it’s there doesn’t make you a bad person. Your entire life, you’ve been told that you’re the gold standard. Your name (even if it’s creatively spelled) is the standard against which all other names are measured. You’re an American, not an African-American, not a Chinese-American, not a [dash] American. You’re the people on Friends and Seinfeld. Your people lead the charge against aliens and terrorists and asteroids. Hell, your people will save the other poor people that can’t save themselves! If you want a role model from any walk of life, there’s a person or multiple people to look up to and maybe mentor you (and that person is the first [dash] American to be that role model).

Well … shoot. Now what?

You need to find that voice that tells you that you’re superior for no reason other than the circumstances of your birth and consciously silence it. You may have some things which are just a little superior, but it’s not because of the amount of melanin in your skin. They’re probably things that you devoted hours to learning and mastering - like quilting or computer programming or cooking delicious food. And you deserve to pat yourself on the back for that superiority. You earned it.

But any time you have that feeling of superiority, and you didn’t work to earn it, ask yourself why you feel that way. If you see a name that looks or sounds “made up,” remind yourself that all names are “made up,” including your own. That name belongs to a person who is truly your equal (though you still may be a better quilter). Take the time to learn that African American Vernacular English is an English dialect, not “poor grammar” or “uneducated,” and truly listen to the speaker’s thoughts or you just might miss something important.

In short, hold that unsavory part of yourself up to the light and snuff it out. It’s going to take as much or more work than learning to quilt, but it’s worth the effort. It’ll make you a better person.


Americans Resisting Overseas in the Trump Era: Backburner Activism or the Next Best Thing?

by the Americans Resisting Overseas Team

The Women’s March on Washington revealed the power and commitment of Americans living overseas to exercise their citizenship and participate in the current political struggle from outside the USA. By simply adding an international registration option to their online platform, millions signed up to march in over 50 countries. The global ‘’huddles’’ that mushroomed from the DC Sister marches represent a living experiment for transnational citizenship in the Trump era.

Despite this great success in overseas mobilization, other United States based social movements have not followed suit. The absence of international registration options on the wonderful ACLU People Power and RISE Stronger grassroots platforms are indicative of the absence of Americans living overseas’ voices and visibility in the current political context. While the Women’s Global Marches proved that Americans living outside the USA are willing to be politically active, they still remain largely under the radar and underutilized by US advocacy efforts as a whole.

Although not everyone has caught on to the fact that Americans living overseas have the potential to be an important political force, there has never been a better time to exercise transnational citizenship. This is the reason we set up the online platform Americans Resisting Overseas, as a space to support Americans overseas in exercising active citizenship through mobilizing, learning and sharing actions with others from outside the USA.

Today, as an American migrant who has lived in Medellin, Colombia for six years, I, like so many others in the world, receive news of what is going on in the USA as it happens through social media. I can volunteer for US NGOs “remotely’’, make cheap overseas calls to my Members of Congress via Skype, mail postcards to the White House that will arrive within 14 days, participate in public policy webinars, receive online civil rights trainings, participate in global marches, and coordinate with other activists through SLACK, all from outside the United States. Not only can I connect with my own country, but I can, in a second, coordinate with other American activists living overseas in dozens of other countries through apps like WhatsApp.

This is transnational citizenship at its height, the ability to be both here, the country where we currently live, and there, the country where we come from.

Why then has American overseas activism been left at the fringe? For one thing, American citizenship is still too often associated with physical borders, versus a sense of belonging, participation, and identity which can be nurtured regardless of the physical territory where we live. Indicative of this, is the fact that Americans living overseas did not even gain the right to an absentee ballot vote until the Overseas Voting act of 1975.

The case for including Americans living overseas in activism is not helped by the fact that there are not any real numbers on how many Americans live outside the USA. Estimates guess between 2 and 7 million, somewhere between the size of the population of Rhode Island and Tennessee.

Some might argue that another reason for the distance of Americans abroad from US politics is that many Americans living overseas left the US in order to escape American systems. Some of the strongest lobbying efforts that have historically emerged from the Americans resisting overseas movement have been around taxes, versus in defense of rights.

However, these are not ordinary times and the current political situation has motivated American migrants who otherwise would not become involved to mobilize, politicize, and stay active.

2 to 7 million people…How can this political power be put to use by the organizing efforts in the United States? I would venture that the responsibility is two-fold. On one hand, the movements in the States should be aware of how transnational citizenship can come into play in influencing public policy. We no longer live in a world where physical borders determine our ability to participate. Today overseas Americans can boycott Ivanka products and jam their MoC’s phone lines with the same ease as someone from within the States.

On the other hand, Americans living overseas must become better organized, find each other, and connect and form alliances, not just with other Americans but with activists from the countries in which they are living who almost certainly are also being harmed by the current administration’s policies. The establishment of online platforms such as Americans Resisting Overseas based out of Colombia, Progressive Action Global Exchange reaching countries in Africa, the Middle East and Europe, Solidarity for Humanity in Switzerland, and American Expats for Positive Change in the UK are just some of many groups that have begun to take important steps towards making visible what is happening from abroad and working collaboratively with others to organize against the current administration from outside the USA.

Advocating for social change is complex. Trying to understand what works and what doesn’t from outside the United States adds an extra level of complexity. But, like millions of other Americans living overseas, I am willing to be part of this living political experiment. I, along with others, will be organizing and making enough noise from outside the USA for Trump and my representatives to hear me, even from all the way across the ocean.


Americans Resisting Overseas is a platform to share experiences of American activism overseas in the Trump era and inspire others to take action from outside the USA.


Say Anything

by Morgan W.

So, you can’t lie to Congress, right? It’s, like, a big deal? Well, it depends on who you are.

For a little background, lying to congress is illegal according to statutes 18 U.S.C. §1621 (perjury) and 18 U.S.C. §1001 (false representations before Congress.) The Justice Department generally doesn’t investigate lies before Congress unless their services are requested by legislators. But that makes sense, right? People don’t appreciate being lied to and it’s a waste of time if Congressional hearings become a joke, so Congress probably has an interest in their institutional integrity, right?

Kind of.

After Hillary Clinton testified about her emails in 2015, Congressmen Jason Chaffetz and Bob Goodlatte authored an official letter, requesting that the Justice Department launch an investigation into whether she could be prosecuted for inconsistencies in her answers. Although FBI Director James Comey eventually determined there was no willful deceit, we all know how that prolonged inquiry turned out for Hillary.

James Clapper, by all accounts, gave false testimony to Congress in 2013 regarding CIA surveillance of private American citizens. Nine Republican senators asked that he be investigated. Then Attorney General, Eric Holder, declined.

Read more about Clinton and Clapper here.

Recently, Attorney General Jeff Sessions lied to Congress during his confirmation hearings. About Russia, of all things. Thus far, there’s been radio silence from apparent Guardians of Truthful Testimony, Chaffetz and Goodlatte. No formal letter requesting an investigation by the DOJ, which Sessions himself continues to be in charge of at his cabinet post. Could be awkward to direct an investigation of yourself, I guess.

But Jeff Sessions wasn’t the only cabinet appointee to lie in confirmation hearings. At least four others did. Luckily, they’ve all been fined and sentenced to jail time. Just kidding. Exactly zero have faced any issues at all and were confirmed without incident.


Betsy DeVos denied being involved with her family’s foundation, which donates hefty sums to anti LGBTQ+ groups:



Steve Mnuchin lied about his company’s unethical foreclosure processes:



Tom Price lied about insider trading:



and Scott Pruitt claimed he never used a private email account (sound familiar?) as Oklahoma Attorney General:



In an age of alternative facts and conspiracy tweets from atop Mar-a-Lago gold toilets, does this matter? Breaking news: Hillary was treated unfairly and this administration are a bunch of liars, right? Yes, but Republican Congress members should probably at least attempt to appear to care when they’re lied to by their own party. I propose they at least treat lies to secure cabinet positions the way I handle my five year old lying about sneaking sweets: Call them out, take their illegally-obtained cookie away, and tell them to get the heck out of the room before the punishment gets worse.


Election Isolation

by Anonymous

I am one of the very few people in my gigantic family that voted for Hillary Clinton. It leaves me feeling very isolated, but also very angry. I live thousands of miles away from almost all of my family and my only contact was through social media and texts and all of that has stopped, thanks to the election of the Hostess Orange Cupcake. I have also unfriended or unfollowed many former friends and family over the election. I understand that I am isolating myself in my little “snowflake” liberal bubble, but I have to. If I don’t, I will spend all of my waking hours fighting online, and I have too much work to do.

I don’t know how to reconcile how angry I am with everyone who voted for Trump, or said that Trump and Hillary were the same, and I am sure that includes many family members. It feels like the world is absolutely crumbling around us and I don’t blame just Donald Trump, I blame them. How could they have been so naive? Were they even naive or did they just not care, or, even worse, were they racist and sexist and I never knew, and they wanted these things to happen? How do you find out? Do you ask your family “so hey, about those Muslim bans, are you cool with them?” How do you even know if people support the things Trump is currently doing when everyone I know who is not actively fighting against Trump has gone completely silent. I see your silence and it scares me.

This election has been very isolating, but it has also been very freeing. It has has given me more courage to say the things I want to say on my own Facebook wall, without the fear of repercussions that previously stopped me from posting political stuff because I know my family and friends just won't say anything about it.

To all my high school friends, living in the same small town, posting about how they don’t care about politics: I see you. I’ll care about politics so that you don’t have to. To all of my female family members and old church friends who say the March wasn’t for them: I see you. I marched because you didn’t know you should. To everyone else who isn’t absolutely terrified of Donald Trump: I see you. I am scared enough for all of us and I will fight because you don't know you should.

I see you.


Who Cares About Art When Everything is Terrible?

by Mandy J.


“The role of the artist is to make the revolution irresistible.”  

-Toni Cade Bambara


When I was standing at the top of a hill on Boston Common, looking down over the throngs gathered peacefully for the Women’s March, my first thought (after wondering, “does this pussy hat make my outrage look big?”) was about art. Everywhere I turned, everyday Americans had poured their rage, fear, sadness - and often, senses of humor - into artful signs, posters, costumes, and even puppets. Often these were made by people who never even considered themselves artists to begin with. It was seriously thrilling.  If you were at the march on Washington or any of the sister marches, you know what I mean, but if not (or just for fun), check out this small selection of the creative stuff marchers posted on social media.

The organizers of the Women’s March knew about this intersection of activism and art, and in the lead-up to the march itself they, in collaboration with the Amplifier Foundation, invited artists to submit poster designs. The results are poignant, defiant, thought-provoking, and gorgeous.

Art inspired by, and in service of, the resistance has come from all over. From those protesters who wouldn’t even call themselves artists, from creatives whose art has long been deeply political (see political cartoonists), and from artists who used to keep their politics out of their studio, but felt they could no longer do so. KQED Arts’ series “First 100 Days: Art in the Age of Trump” is a terrific cross-section of the range of art being made in response to the new, orange-hued world order.

As for me, at the time that Donald Trump was elected to the most powerful seat in the world, I was knee-deep in classes for painting and illustration at the Rhode Island School of Design (Continuing Ed). My media of choice were charcoal, graphite, watercolor, and oils. That all changed, nearly on a dime, on November 18th, 2016, when my close group of friends conceived of Daily Grab Back. I’m still in school, but now I illustrate the revolution, one bite-sized piece of activism at time, with my nascent graphic design skills. Life is funny that way.



But who cares, you say?  I mean… REALLY? Our environment trembles on the brink of disaster, our public schools are imperiled, our democracy is under attack, hate crime is on the rise, and autocracy occupies the White House… who gives two Sharpies about ART at a time like this? For one thing, art can be a central component of social change. Writing about a similar explosion of art during the Occupy movement, Kevin Zeese and Margaret Flowers wrote, “activist art turns a protest into a spectacle, from a turn-off to a turn-on, from an event ignored to one that is widely reported. The protest itself becomes art.” I definitely see this in our movement. The sea of pink hats on January 21st was the most obvious demonstration of this. Also check out things like the Bowling Green Massacre and “Nevertheless, She Persisted” memes on social media, as well as the logos and other graphics associated with the alt-government Twitter accounts, and even the “missing” stickers placed on milk jugs all over Congressman Paul Cook’s (CA-R) district as a commentary on his availability for a town hall with constituents.

But more than that, a healthy society just needs art - and artists to make it. I don’t want to be a part of a culture that doesn’t nurture creativity in all its forms, political or otherwise. It’s no coincidence that the current administration wants to completely do away with the National Endowment for the Arts AND the National Endowment for the Humanities, making it that much harder for the arts to flourish in the US. 

If you make art, keep making it. If you love art, keep loving it. If you are in a position to support the arts, please do. Those Sharpies? They’re not as cheap as you think and we’re gonna need a lot of ‘em.


How to Combat Protest Fatigue

by Celestia L.

You’ve all been hitting the pavement, making those phone calls, sending out endless e-mails, and it’s making a real impact. DGB wants to give you some tips and tricks to combat protest fatigue so that we can all keep fighting 45 and his Cabinet of Deplorables.

Protesting is a marathon and not a sprint, and one can apply the same training techniques for marathon training that you would for protest training. You may be a seasoned protester, or you may just be starting and one of the most important steps in any training is to pace yourself. You wouldn’t go out and run ten miles if you had been completely sedentary the past four years, and you also wouldn’t run the exact same distance every day if you were an established runner. Find a pace that works for you and build up your endurance so you don’t get fatigued.

The next step is to find a protest buddy or buddies. Running is often more fun when you are training with others, and the same can be said for protesting. You are more likely to march and chant till you’re hoarse, if you have a badass friend beside you. Another benefit to having a protest buddy is that if you are feeling fatigued, they can go in your place, or vice versa, to ensure someone is hitting all those important rallies.

The third step to fighting fatigue is to rest. Every marathoner takes rest days. Listen to your body and your mind and rest when you need it. You are useless to the resistance if you burn out. One great way to rest and refresh yourself is meditation or mindfulness. This website gives all the basics for how to start a meditation and mindfulness practice and has different guided practices to help you rejuvenate yourself. Mindfulness helps other issues in your life like reducing stress, helping you feel more connected to those in your life, and even dealing with pain.

A few more small things you can do to fight protest fatigue are to make reusable signs. Use some of the sturdy poster board and make a sign that works for more than one protest. We also recommend you stay hydrated and eat a balanced diet. Just like training for a marathon, your body needs those nutrients if you are going to be able to keep up the pace at your marches and have the strength to intimidate your representatives at town hall meetings.

Keep up the awesome work, Grabbers. We see you out there protesting every weekend and, seriously, you kick ass. Follow these simple steps so you can continue to fight and show those that say we will fizzle out, that we’re just getting warmed up.


From the Mouths of Babes

As adults and activists, we are always trying to say the right thing and use the right words. At DGB, we tirelessly research our actions for maximum impact in our quest to leave the world a better place for future generations. In all this intellectualizing and analyzing, sometimes it’s refreshing to listen to some smaller people, whose lives and views are a bit more pure and uncomplicated. Every DGB staff member is a mother and between us, we have 37 Junior Grabbers ranging in age from two weeks to 14 years old. We asked them “What can you do to make the world a better place?” Here is their sage wisdom. Also note: the public school system is really pushing the don’t litter agenda.


6: I can be a good leader in my class, family and girl scout troop.

I can try and become President and let people have more freedom. Like more schools and more playgrounds.


2: I call my Dada


14: If you see bullying, don't be a bystander


12: Be nice, pay it forward


8: Don't be a bully


8: Don't do drugs


7: Put lots of trash cans and recycling all over so people can always throw trash away (he had a formative experience recently with chasing a plastic bag)


7: I could become president and change laws that hurt people and also I can stand up for people who need it and pick up trash on the ground.


4: I don't want to tell you


7: I would tell people no more cutting down trees unless you absolutely have to


4: I just don't know


3: (threw herself on the ground and cried)


8: One time I found a lost dog and took her back to her family and they were really happy. I really wanted to keep her, though.


8: If rich people helped poor people and gave them money so they could at least have things to help themselves.


13: *pulls out earbuds* huh? umm I dunno. No, I can't think of anything. (she's in a dark period)


8: Stop littering. And stop smoking because it stinks. Oh and don't destroy an animal's habitat just to build your own.


10: not eat as much and give food or time to charities.


5: Make s'mores


8: Picking up trash, not littering, and telling your friends at school to pick up trash.


7: have Donald Trump not be president.


7: give money to schools.


9: Be nicer and donate to food banks.


6: Pick up rubbish. (she lives in San Diego, but watches a lot of Peppa Pig)


5: Love it.


So, adults, take comfort in the fact that these people will be running the world in the blink of an eye. They still have the wide-eyed optimism of youth and we look forward to the squeaky-clean and s’mores-filled civilization they envision.


Effective Action on DAPL

The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers is finally soliciting public scoping comments on the Dakota Access Pipeline. Today, we are asking you to submit your opinions.

Before we get too far, here’s a quick and dirty summary of what the heck is going on. Last year the Corps wrote an National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA) document called an Environmental Assessment for DAPL, which is a one level of review below an Environmental Impact Statement (EIS). By the way, if you’re interested in knowing more about the NEPA and what all the acronyms mean, check out the Council on Environmental Quality.

The Corps issued their permits and construction started. As it approached Corps property (the Lake Oahe dam, this is the “easement” you may have heard about), the protests intensified. Having already issued permits, the Corps had limited options to stop construction, so they denied access to their property.

In response to the public outcry and the brave protesters at Standing Rock, the Corps are starting the process of an EIS. That begins with scoping, where the agency asks for comments on what topics they should address in the EIS. Go here to register your comments.

An EIS - by definition - compares feasible alternatives. The options will probably be

  • A couple of different pipeline alignments, the current one and a new option or two

  • Moving crude oil by rail (already congested and not very safe)

  • Moving it by truck (TERRIBLE).

Living in a world powered by renewables will not be one of those options. The oil is going to move (for more on that, see this ProPublica piece on pipelines in the US). The questions are, what is the best outcome and how can we move towards that?

Regardless of what outcome you support, there are major problems that the Corps needs to address. First, there are spill concerns at Lake Oahe and elsewhere. Second, there are cultural resource concerns along the whole pipeline. The Corps defined their area of responsibility as only where the pipeline crosses their federal facility (two dams/reservoirs). So they didn’t look at most of the alignment, which is where many of the cultural sites are.

To make an effective scoping comment on this project, try a version of one or more of the following points:

  1. The Corps should take responsibility for cultural and sacred sites in the entire project area. Not doing so is inconsistent with 33 CFR 325, Appendix C.

  2. Water quality impacts need to be evaluated in a systematic, conservative way, consistent with the Clean Water Act.

  3. A nationwide permit is not appropriate for a project of this magnitude, and the Corps should prepare an individual permit.

Finally, we ask you to please support the Standing Rock Sioux and the other water protectors. Tribes have historically saved this country from a number of bad environmental decisions, and they are doing it again. We should show our gratitude.

You may have heard that the Trump administration has compelled the Corps to issue their final permit, the easement to operate on their property. It is unclear whether that goes into effect. In the meantime, let’s continue to show our support for the protestors and comment where we can.


A Woman Scorned

by Morgan W.

Being cheated on was the best thing that ever happened to me. After seven years of marriage and two kids, my relationship was struck by the breathtakingly violent force of infidelity. The affair had been going on for more than a year. I had a four year old and a one year old at home. I cried and vomited. I laid on the floor and I wanted to die. I hated myself and my spouse. Weeks later, when I surfaced for air, I looked at our lives and I decided to stay.

I took stock of the aftermath. There were huge piles of anger and the trust was shattered to pieces. Everything we had built together lay demolished at my feet. I don’t know why I didn’t give up. It would have been easier, certainly, but I found someone inside myself who was more willful and fierce than I could have imagined. A woman I hadn't met until then. So, fragment by fragment, I rebuilt. It was much more difficult than building the relationship the first time, but I was determined. I had been tested and I wasn’t about to fail. Almost everyone in my life told me to leave, save for a few women who had, themselves, stayed. So, although I sat in the courthouse parking lot more than a few times, I never did file for divorce, and the continued success of my marriage is one of my greatest accomplishments to date. We went on to have another baby and I became a serious distance runner. In the years after the affair, I discovered I could do absolutely anything.

Every day post-election pretty much feels like the weeks following my discovery of the affair. The blanket of depression is occasionally thrown aside by a surge of rage-empowerment and I finally get off the couch. Then I read about another Cabinet appointment or something Kellyanne Conway said and I slink back into the familiar covering. Which feeling will win out? Depends on my frame of mind when you ask, I guess. I’m committed to my marriage and I'm in it for life. I like to think of my country the same way. What it’s done to my family hurts like hell, though.

It’s estimated that up to 60 percent of marriages will be affected by infidelity. It can happen to anyone. It can happen if you are attractive, successful, a perfect Pinterest mother who does whatever it is that you’re supposed to do with shaving cream this week. It can happen if your husband is the president of the United States. As much as I tried to insulate myself from it during the campaign, I saw the memes and heard the derogatory attacks based on Bill’s philandering. If Hillary couldn't keep her husband satisfied, she couldn't handle America. Monica got the job done when Hillary couldn't. Bill chose other women over Hillary and the country should too. More puns on the word "blow" than I care to recount.

Aside from the misogyny and tastelessness of these attacks, I believe the opposite is true. Marital strife has only strengthened Hillary and made the Clinton marriage a force to be reckoned with. Every couple should feel they can take on the world together, but few literally do. People spend a lot of time speculating on why she stayed. It doesn't really matter to me if she loves him or if she's holding him hostage for the rest of his life, Gone Girl-style, or a bit of both. I would guess that everything that has happened in their marriage, has, like all successful marriages, made both of them better and stronger. I like to imagine that he has paid a personal price for his mistakes higher than impeachment or even being the subject of a Beyoncé album, but that’s my own revenge fantasy. Ultimately, we know very little about Hillary’s marriage, or any marriage besides one we’ve actually been in. What we do know for certain is that Hillary is strong as hell, which we see in her post-affair evolution. She rose like a phoenix from the ashes of a fire, witnessed by basically the whole world with access to television, many of whom were merrily roasting marshmallows around it. She thrust herself into the public eye again and again, doggedly pursuing her political career. The story of Hillary as a wife and as a person isn’t about being a victim or an “enabler,” which is also a popular way to deride her for staying. It’s about the might of commitment, perseverance, and unwavering ambition. It’s about turning powerlessness into dominating inner strength. Sure, maybe she already knew she could shatter every glass ceiling she came up against. Maybe she never once doubted she could take on the world. Or maybe, like me and so many other dedicated women I know, she's driven to accomplish the things she has in part because he cheated, and she stayed.

Around 62 million people voted for Donald Trump in last year’s election, stunning so many of us. I often ask myself how Hillary soldiers on, especially now. Somehow she won the votes and still lost, but doesn't seem to have wavered. Does she ever cry like I do or has she figured out a way to harness the power of political victimization the same way she channeled her personal hurt? More importantly, do I have that woman inside me still? I desperately want to take for myself just a tiny piece of her badassery for this resistance. As DGB staff, I try to do all the good I can every day. Like so many other women right now, I want this to be when I rise up and fight like never before. As the saying goes: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. But what about a woman scorned by her country? How much fury and strength will she find inside herself then? And I'm not talking about Hillary. I'm talking about me.


Take Us Far, Far Away

Most of us at DGB right now are suffering through some serious winter weather as Mother Nature shows her progressive political leanings by turning everything blue. One of the best ways to warm up your mood is to plan your vacation or long weekend, even if you only do it in your head. Since Trump properties are off the list for obvious reasons, we’ve gathered up some resources to help you plan something that doesn’t contribute to the destruction of the planet or your bank account.


  • Stay local The positives of a staycation are low use of fossil fuels, less time spent on travel, and discovering new things in your area. Maybe you think you live someplace pretty boring or think you have seen it all. Trust us, that’s not true. Check out your town, city, county, state or Chamber of Commerce website(s) for ideas. There are also countless blogs, Instagram accounts, and Facebook pages to help you find hidden local treasures. A DGB staff member recently spent two genuinely fun days entertaining three children in Yakima, Washington. Yes, Yakima. (She suggests you check out this awesome museum.)

  • Buy from Locals One of the great things about tourism dollars is that they can positively impact all layers of a local economy. So plan to support the mom and pops, the small inns, the Airbnbs, and the non-chain restaurants. If you need extra help or are terrible at any type of planning, take the suggestion of the International Ecotourism Society and think about hiring a local guide.


  • Take in America’s National Parks, Monuments, Forests or Recreation Areas In the current political climate, it’s more important than ever to take time to experience the beauty and history our country has to offer. There are nearly 500 Park and Monument sites within the National Park Service, found throughout the 50 states and 5 U.S. Territories. Some of these sites are world-famous, from Yosemite to Shenandoah, Yellowstone and The Everglades. Others may surprise you, like the Nicodemus National Historic Site in Kansas, the “oldest and only remaining Black settlement west of the Mississippi River.” You can even aim to visit one of the five new National Monuments President Obama recently recognized. Find the National Parks Service site closest to you here. If you’re the parent of a 4th grader, homeschool a ten year old child, or you are an active military member, you can get a National Parks Pass for free. Find out more here.

  • Go sustainable If you really want to get out of dodge and you have the means to go someplace far away, aim for eco-friendly. Here are some sites that can help you do that:

Book Greener


We at DGB can’t help but fantasize of escaping it all to a warm vacation location. A DGB meetup in a sunny place, where we hang out with our fierce friends, with the margaritas flowing as freely as the laughter, where we plan a brighter future for us all.


Donate Your Public Transit Card

If you attended one of the over 500 Women’s Marches held across the US, and you have an unused balance on a public transportation card, why not donate the remainder to a shelter or charity that distributes them to those in need of transportation for vital appointments? For those who attended the march in Washington, D.C., Martha’s Table is collecting SmarTrip cards. They can be dropped off or mailed to:


Martha’s Table

Attn: Trish/Martha’s Outfitters

2114 14th Street, NW

Washington, D.C. 20009


For those who attended a march in another city, use this previous Grab to find a shelter near where you marched. Call them and ask if they are accepting donations of unused balances on transit cards and send them in. Keep the momentum of the March traveling forward.