We Made the Move: Katie McCall
As of today, my two children and I have been in the “Shire” for four whole weeks. We conveniently landed in our new home after the last snowfall and before the hot humid summer. Mostly I’m buttering my kids up for what I know is ahead of us. Ticks. Mosquitoes. Blizzards. My son has promised to shovel snow. He thinks it’ll be no big deal… Score!
We left California--where I spent my entire life--for good on February 24, the day after the judge let me off of formal probation for a felony I was given for attending a birth in 2007 while I was a midwifery student. I was not allowed to leave Los Angeles County while I was on probation and was restricted from my work as a midwife. Because of my felony, I was unable to find work in a county with a nearly 20% unemployment rate. My income had decreased to one-tenth of what it had been before my arrest. I cleaned toilets, babysat, washed cars, ran errands... all for friends, because strangers ran criminal background checks.
Leaving Los Angeles was a bit like the scene in Titanic where the main characters swim up from the sinking ship at the last moment. Arriving in New Hampshire has initially been a bit like sitting on board the Carpathia, straining my eyes to see the spot where everything I owned went down into the icy deep.
It’s amazing what you decide to keep when you realize you can only take what you can carry. For me it was mostly family heirlooms, photographs and art. A couple of Free Staters also kindly offered to hold some boxes of “media rate” book shipments. I left the state in a hurry, afraid their gaslighting would decree a return to my shackles.
But liberty is of such value that it is worth everything and more prized than the loss of all things. Liberty can only be protected once critical mass is attained. And that critical mass wasn’t in Los Angeles as I watched so many basic human rights violated: pregnant women in handcuffs being chained to metal benches all night long and denied food and water, mothers having their children kidnapped by the state for profit, ID requirements to leave the county, homeland security on every corner, warrantless searches, rights to work denied for state interests... I had to get out.
I still am not a whole lot better off, financially, here in the Granite State. But I know there are people nearby who would come to court with me if I were arrested for helping someone. And I know there are people who would protest if the state stole my children. And I know I would do the same for them.
I haven’t been out to meet too many of the good folks in the FSP yet because the first job I took here requires a lot of hours from me, but I hope to slowly make great friendships in my new home. If you are interested in our story, or are reading this from California (or any of the increasingly hostile police states), you can read more in the book I wrote, The Tyranny of the Cubicle, available on Amazon.