There was one thing you knew one thing to be true when you were a child: Your mother would defend you with her life.
Or, if she was absent, the other women in the family would step forward toward the threat, the aunts and grandmothers. Even if all they had were spoons to face the wolves, they would defend you.
Why?
You were theirs.
No matter the year, no matter what the politics were at the time, Democrats or Republicans in the White House, Congressmen accusing each other of corruption or stupidity, or if there were wars or if there was peace, no matter what the reason. It was deeper than all of that.
The women were compelled to defend you, and the aunts and the fathers and uncles and brothers, because you were helpless and you were the future of the family, of the clan, of the tribe.
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