I was born in 1977.
I got married in 1999.
And through the death of my husband, homelessness, and disability I still remember where all my paperwork is kept.
PASS THE SAVE ACT!
PASS THE SAVE ACT NOW!
I was able to obtain an ID as a black, disabled, widowed, HOMELESS, mother of 5. I used my married name, in a wheelchair, rode the bus and I had to get my ID through General Delivery at the Post Office. But I got it.
This was me in 2017. Shortly after we’d lost everything. Everything in this pic was given to me by people I’d met along the way.
My wheelchair came from a free clinic. They gave it to me when they saw my sons carrying me on their backs because all the ligaments were torn in my knee.
That purse was given to me by the stripper next door in the motel where we stayed. I was kind to her when she was struggling.
Those sunglasses came from a bar tender who would see me roll past him in my wheelchair. I liked to sing karaoke at a casino across the street from the motel.
Despite my circumstances, my life was manageable. It wasn’t great. But we were pushing through. So when someone says that there’s some reason to not pass the Save Act because it’s not fair, show them this tweet.
I voted for President Trump in 2016 because when he said, “What the hell do you have to loose?” Because I was being evicted, car getting repossessed, and disabled with no health care.
People like me are the ones who suffer when waste, fraud, and abuse are allowed to happen because of unsecured elections.
PASS THE SAVE ACT NOW!