I heard someone on the radio say "When he called to his mother he called to all mothers." I'd like to credit the person, and ask if my edit was appropriate, but I went ahead and printed this card anyhow. Perhaps I just wanted to be included even though I cannot be a mother.

I also had a creepy feeling looking at the image of Mr. Chauvin. First, that name, sounds like "chauvinistic" and there's a connection. We get the word from a possibly fictional soldier in the army of Napoleon who was zealous and unquestioning in support of his emperor in supremacy of the French State. Our current Chauvin has been described as having a "casual, hands-in-pockets" attitude. I see it differently. He is intent, anxious. And his bulging chest leads me to wonder if he is among the many police officers who use steroids to enhance their self image as mighty punishers of the criminal other. I see his hand is thrust into his pants in search of his shrunken testicles, craving stimulation, reassurance that he is the great one, the potent white hero.