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The first real punk I ever knew was my sister. We shared a bedroom growing up (I got the bottom bunk, because I was bigger than she was by the time I was three and she was seven), and she challenged me everyday to be a better person. An old soul, she taught me to question everything from the time we were kids. She explained political, religious and social ideologies to me, and taught me that omission was as big a sin as commission. She got me into The Clash, and made sure I read every book that she did. Together, we had tap dance recitals in the basement, and even came up with our own comic strip, Joe Strummer: Nazi Zombie Killer! She has spent every day of her life fighting for the little guy, proving that mighty forces come in small packages. Shes been pepper-sprayed, detained, removed, and nearly ex-communicated, and she always comes back fighting twice as hard because she never gives up on what she knows to be right. Shes currently finishing her PhD (reproductive justice for migrant women), is involved in any number of social justice groups, and is raising the future president of everything (my niece will be strict but fair). She wakes up every day and tries to make the world a better place, all while being an amazing sister, mother and friend. She is my biggest inspiration, and more often than not, the voice in the back of my head. Happy birthday, Gwen. I love you so, so much.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 02:30:45 +0000

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