I Don’t Want to Hate Amy Coney Barrett
And yet…

When watching what felt like nearly nefarious confirmation hearings after Donald Trump’s nomination of Amy Coney Barrett to Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s vacant Supreme Court seat, just shy of a month after the Justice’s death, something Senator Sheldon Whitehouse of Rhode Island said resonated with me: “When you see hypocrisy in the daylight, look for power in the shadows.”

I wish all women were good. I hate hating other women. I hate having a reason to despise another woman. Our existence inherently positions us to have to fight and resist through all of our lives, behave and think differently, and we will die doing so.

How can a woman walk through all the doors that have been opened for us by other women and not praise and represent that in all your actions? It is so saddening and unfair to be a woman against women. How can one be so selfish as to betray your own kind?

I don’t want to hate Amy Coney Barrett. I want to praise her success. Yet, she’s doing everything possible to not let me do that. How can she do that to RBG? How does it not bother her? Is she willfully oblivious to her betrayal or is she just cruel? It’s disgusting! How can she do that to us, to her daughters, to RBG? That’s probably naïve of me.

I wish I didn’t have to hate her, but she’s a horrible traitor, and so I do. It’s our duty to represent the women before us throughout our lives, to embody and carry on their legacies. How can I celebrate another woman’s success when she’s using it against her own?