You Can’t Send The Whole Country To Jail!

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Today was “No Kings!” Rally day, and unfortunately, I was unable to attend the rally, because I am leaving on my two-week trip today. Technically speaking, I could, but it was risky, since I was unsure how fast I would be able to get out of the Loop back to Rogers Park. I might have tried, if I had no other things to do today, but I had, and I had to see mom before departure, and if I told her that I was planning to arrive before 11, she would have a sleepless night. I know there were enough people there (Igor texted me that it was as many people as at the Women’s March in 2017, and judging by the Tribune photos, at least that!)

So now, sitting at the AA lounge at ORD, I wanted to write something that was on my mind for over a week. When “all this” started, I was horrified not only with what exactly started, but mainly with the fact that everyone seemed to be paralyzed with fear, and not protesting.

And finally, this spell was broken. I can’t tell how happy I am with people’s movement. Since I firmly believe that thoughts are material, I firmly believe that since so many people, including myself, were wishing for the court to rule in our favor against Trump, since so many people self-organized and watched out for their neighbors, this collective power of thoughts, wills and actions made the world turn around.

I’ve experienced it several times in my lifetime: if everyone stands up, no government can shut down this protest. The only time during my lifetime when it worked in Russia was in August 1991, when everyone got out on the streets, when people were unstoppable. The Communist Party activists were haphazardly burning the papers in Smolny, fearful of people banging on the gates.

Last time. The only time.

Trump is going to the upper courts, but so far, it’s a firm “no” on all levels. I know it’s not the end of it, but it’s more and more evident that he is in a war with the people, and nobody can win a war with the people, except temporarily.

Copying the pictures from the Tribune before I am completely disconnected from their website while being abroad. I look at these pictures, and my heart is filled with immense pride for my city. The best. The kindest. The warmest. The strongest.

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My name is Henrietta (Hettie) Dombrovskaya. I was born in Saint-Petersburg, Russian (actually, back then – Leningrad, USSR) in 1963, and immigrated to the United States in 1996. I love Saint Petersburg, the city I was born and raised in, and I think it’s one of the most beautiful places in the world. Similarly (but differently) I love Chicago, and can’t imagine myself moving somewhere else in the observable future. I have three children, Igor, Vlad and Anna, all adults living on their own, and one (so far) granddaughter Nadia. I also believe that my children are the best thing that happened in my life. As for my professional life, I am working in the field of Information Technologies. When I was twenty, I’ve declared that the databases are the coolest thing invented and that I want to do them for the rest of my life. Thirty plus years later, I still believe it’s true, and still, believe that the databases are the best. These two statements together imply that I think a person can have it all, and indeed, I think so! Keep reading my journals to find out how I did it.

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