Every year Grandma Ann (not blood related but our grandmother all the same) made extravagant paper hats out of recycled material; the mesh netting of pears, colored comics, indigo feathers, origami flowers. She sold them at street fairs and donated the proceeds to local organizations, including Grateful Garments, which provided clothes for survivors of sexual violence. Had this organization not existed, I would have left the hospital wearing nothing but a flimsy gown and boots. Which meant all the hours spent cutting and taping hats at the dinner table, selling them at a little booth in the
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Jesus fucking Christ are our priorities so fucked up that grammy has to do crafts to put clothes on sexual assault victims. Why the fuck wouldn’t we, as a society, fund something so relatively inexpensive and fundamental to simple dignity?
