I’m not a huge fan of Hillary Rosen. She gives off the kind of air that exudes puckered embitterment. You get the feeling that she can be a little crunchy around the office.
Before she was a “Democratic Operative” she was president of the RIAA. (Recording Industry of America) Like any good trade organization they are constantly involved in self congratulatory activity that gives off the appearance off accomplishment. A capitalism treadmill; lots of activity but getting nowhere.
It’s true they are the organization that certifies when an album is gold and platinum. A job that most certainly isn’t in demand as it used to be. A job whose main qualification is the ability to count. The same skills required for a puppet on sesame street.
A few years ago, Ms Rosen was part of the genius pool that decided that it would be awesome to sue the individual users of Napster. A scorched earth policy that accomplished nothing but bad PR for the music industry and some high blood pressure from unsuspecting parents being sued for their kids online activities. A dramatic misreading of the American people.
She seems to have done it again with her statement about working moms. Declaring that Ann Romney “hasn’t worked a day in her life” she poked a political dragon in the butt. The judger has become the judged. She has been thrown under the bus by her own political allies; A bus driven at break neck speeds by her political opponents.
As you can see, I’m not a huge fan of Ms Rosen, but I think this entire episode is a ridiculous distraction from better things.
Of course what she said was condescending and naive. My wife chose to stay at home to take care of our 4 children and our family is forever blessed because of her sacrifice. She works harder than me on any given day or night. To her Ms Rosen’s comments are insulting.
I couldn’t disagree with her more vehemently. I’m just wondering if it really requires us to devote a weeks worth of lead stories, talking head segments, and op-ed pieces in every major news outlet.
One more time our national dialogue has been hijacked by a culture of umbrage.
While we’re having this war of semantics outrage over working moms in America, I stood next to the grave of a dead mom in Haiti. She left behind 5 kids with no Father to care for them. She was 42. Her grave was fresh, only a couple days old. It was less than 20 feet from the shack her kids call home. Buried in the back yard, like a dog because there was no money for a cemetery. Watching the toddler playing on the dirt pile next to the hole brought a flood of emotions to me. He just didn’t know. How could he?
Her name was Carmene Pierre. She loved her kids. They loved her. Her 5 kids will now be raised by their sister in her early twenties. Carmene was a working mom, and on behalf of her and countless other moms like her, wouldn’t it be better if we we were fighting for those moms too?
While I’d love to be outraged at the comments made by Ms Rosen, I’ve only got so much time and outrage to go around.
Instead I choose to be outraged that Carmene suffered and died due to high blood pressure; something that would have easily been medicated in a developed nation. A year from now Ms Rosen will be gainfully employed and this political catastrophe will be long behind her. A year from now Carmene’s children will still have no mother and live in a shack next to her grave.
I’m outraged that Hillary Rosen is a border line house hold name, and Carmen Pierre died in anonymity. I’m outraged that national news networks are devoting time to a pretend “war on moms” with metaphorical casualties when there is a real war on mom’s in places like Haiti with actual casualties.
What kind of crazy messed up world do we live in where the name of a left wing democratic operative who can count is more known than Carmene Pierre? I’m outraged by the amount of time and effort given to Hillary Rosen and zero given to Carmene Pierre.
Outrage is such a useless emotion if it doesn’t fuel action towards addressing the cause.
Because I can’t do much, it’s tempting to not do anything. But what a waste of outrage. I asked myself, what could I do? What can we do?
Say her name to Jesus. pray for her children.
Share her name here in the social networking platforms of Web 2.0
Write her name in the memo line of a check/ donation.
Her name matters more than politics. Let’s use it.
Conduit Mission is committed to raising the funds to building a house for her children. The rainy season is upon us, and Hurricane season is right around the corner. It’s going to cost $12,000 to build this house. It’s going to be concrete blocks with stable footing to withstand the elements. Constructed in a way to more easily withstand an earthquake.
Long after Hillary Rosen and this week’s political debate is gone, this house will stand as a testament that we can do better things. And the kids inside, will grow up educated, fed, and cared for by their sister along with the support of an amazing local church.
They don’t know the name Hillary Rosen, and I hope they never do.
If you can help.. Go to www.conduitmission.org click on donate and put Carmene Pierre House in the memo. We’ve already had over $2,000 committed. We can do this.
Or you can go to http://www.crowdrise.com/haitihouseproject/fundraiser/Craigfelker and support my friend Craig Felker who is running the Nashville Marathon. He is raising money that will go towards this house as well.
Or maybe God will speak to you to do something we haven’t thought of. God is creative like that.