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Well, the Tampa Bay Times beat me to it.
So I didn’t watch the GOP mock debate, but apparently DeSantis related an unusual story about a 23-week baby aborted in 1955 and left in a bedpan outside that is still alive and an anti-abortion activist.
That didn’t seem possible given 1950s neonatal care, save a papal-level miracle, but it occurred to me that the birth might be old enough for the birth certificate to be public. I dug around a bit last night because I like archival stuff like this.
Unfortunately, for the purposes of public fact-checking, Florida birth records are sealed for 100 years. Plus, the certificate wouldn’t necessarily be accurate in a sensitive case like this. The TPT’s piece found the same info about the Browder family that I did last night, though they also seem to have found a newspaper clipping or two that reported the birth weight, though not a verification of the term.
A lot of family stories in this vein can be partially legendary. I alternatively debunked and confirmed several things that my grandparents told me while doing the family genealogy. For an example of a more innocent sign-of-the-times kind of story, my grandmother often mentioned that she listed herself as 18 instead of 16 on her marriage certificate; a fact textually confirmed by her presence on an earlier census with an age discrepancy.
I don’t doubt Browder/Hopper was born very premature and the outline of the story is true, but a far more likely scenario that doesn’t contradict the narrative would be that her mother was farther along than 23 weeks.
Brace yourselves, technical communication experts: the long report for which you’ve been waiting your entire lives to analyze is coming. Actually, forget it. I’m calling dibs on this one.
That a sudden pure fount of truth on how the 2020 election was stolen from its rightful winner would appear unbidden from the questionably verdant greens of New Jersey, just after Trump’s fourth and most devastating indictment in Georgia… yeah. I guess it’s hard to make an imperial edict in 2023 worthy of August’s namesake when you’re not the god-emperor. A nonsensical white paper instead? I’m getting Four Seasons Total Landscaping vibes.
But someone, possibly Liz Harrington, wrote this thing, if it actually exists, and I’m going to annotate it if a copy becomes available online because I can smell a Mein Kampf precursor. Watch this space.