Yesterday morning, Mama took her seat in the living room at five minutes to seven. I brought her coffee – dark, strong and unsweetened – in a mug with a photograph of her grandchildren upon it. We often spend late Junes at the ranch. The children are out of school; the weather is not yet beastly hot. The plums and blackberries are reaching their ideal ripeness, and the former will be collected for jam. The young ones sleep late, but I rise at dawn even on vacation, and my mother follows soon after. This is our quiet time together: to talk about the family, to remember what was and plan what will be.
When I was an undergrad at SUNY Stony Brook, one of the residence halls was named Sanger. While reading your post, I checked to see if Sanger College was still there. Lo and behold, there's a current petition to rename Sanger due to, among other things, Margaret Sanger's advocacy of sterilization of the disabled and "genetically unfit", and her eugenics views, linked to forced sterilization of thousands of mostly women of color. (The most recent news I could find on this is from May 2022). At best, it feels to me like an inappropriate time to do this.
Thank you Hugo. Well said.
Forwarded to family.
Mary
When I was an undergrad at SUNY Stony Brook, one of the residence halls was named Sanger. While reading your post, I checked to see if Sanger College was still there. Lo and behold, there's a current petition to rename Sanger due to, among other things, Margaret Sanger's advocacy of sterilization of the disabled and "genetically unfit", and her eugenics views, linked to forced sterilization of thousands of mostly women of color. (The most recent news I could find on this is from May 2022). At best, it feels to me like an inappropriate time to do this.