This Sunflower hangs on a gate at my house, as a reminder of what we must be.
These are tough times, Kansans.
The economy isn’t great (although we ended last year with a healthy balance, thanks to some pretty drastic funding cuts whose effects will be felt for generations).
We’re in the middle of redistricting, which is ugly in the best of circumstances and potentially explosive with a polity as divided as ours today.
We face battles in this new legislative session around Arizona-style “show me your papers” legislation, raids of the Children’s Initiative Fund, an attack on our revenue foundation, and more cuts compounding the cuts.
It’s a good thing we’re the Sunflower State.
Sunflowers were adopted as a symbol of the women’s suffrage movement by Kansas suffragettes, I think mainly to ensconce their movement fully within the social mainstream. It has been used in advocacy campaigns repeatedly since, according to my research, because sunflowers can take the heat.
And that’s what we need today.
As advocates, we’ve never felt more heat. The stakes are high, and the threats are real.
But we know what our vision looks like, too, and that’s the promise, the sun, towards which we must set our sights, unwilting, unbending.
