History Lesson for Stephen Miller: Letter #5

November 26, 2025

Dear Stephen –

It’s been a while since I wrote. There was Halloween and I knew that you, the patron saint of the horrid and the ghastly, would be super busy getting ready. And then I got diagnosed with Macular Degeneration and decided that I had more important things to do with my eyes than write to someone who probably doesn’t even read my letters, let alone take my advice.

But here I am, once again trying to wake you up from that toxic, demented slumber you seem to operate in. What inspired me was the Ken Burns PBS series “The American Revolution,” especially the last episode. All the episodes were excellent although the battle parts got kind of repetitive, the red dots move this way, the blue dots move that way, they clash and leave hundreds dead or moaning and move on to spill huge amounts of blood all over another beautiful piece of eastern landscape. But I stuck with it, because I just had to find out how it ended, which was pretty amazing. I took the following 5 lessons away that are useful for us today and might help us get out of the pickle you have put us in.

If only it had been this simple…. all I learned in school was Washington crossed the Delaware and we won.
  • You don’t have to win, you just have to not lose. The point is that you just have to keep going, get up after a loss and plod on to the next battle. Figure out a way to stay alive through the frigid winter when you have nothing but torn trousers, and a ragged shirt and you’ve resorted to boiling your shoes for dinner. Keep writing letters to your wife not knowing if she will ever read them, or if when she does you will already be dead. Tell her to remember to feed the chickens unless she’s already eaten them, and to take apart that shed for firewood to keep warm, and to tell the children that he loves them. Remember, this is your land (well, sort of, if you don’t count everyone who was on it before you came), and you are not going anywhere. Just hang on.
  • Women don’t get off easy:  If you are at home waiting for this hell to be over, you do your wifely and motherly duties as well as you can. And if you are unlucky the battles will come to you, and you will be responsible for hustling out to the body-strewn field as soon as the armies have moved on. There you sort the dead from the living, tend the wounded, bury the dead with as much dignity as possible, and carry survivors to your home where you try to nurse them back to fight another day. All this while trying to keep a roof overhead and food on the table for your children. Those hungry, frightened children are your best hope for a bright future because when you are gone – and it may be sooner rather than later — it will be up to them to keep not losing.  A few women turned their backs on this grueling role, traded their dresses for a shabby uniform and went to war. I get that.  
  • You neighbor is not the enemy.  The vast majority of battles were fought between all-American neighbors, loyalists (pro England) and rebels (anti England). If it weren’t for England, you could have had a nice potluck, or a barbecue, a few pints of ale, watched the children frolic in the meadow and enjoyed yourselves. Don’t let the enemy tear you apart. Keep talking to each other, decide what’s really important, and stick to it. We need to store up a lot of food so we can all eat this winter. OK! We need to pool our money and hire a school teacher. OK! There were some communities of Quakers and others who just didn’t want to be in the fight, didn’t want to turn on their neighbors or go to war. They wanted to live their lives peacefully and wait for the madness to end. Whether they ended up under a king, or under something else didn’t really matter to them. But that was not acceptable, and many lost their homes, businesses and land, or their lives, because they would not take a side.
  • If you were there first, too bad.  The real losers in the revolution were the Native Americans, who desperately tried to figure out which side was going to do them the least harm. They were fighting for homelands that had been already gobbled up, or were next on the menu. Different tribes made different choices, meaning that they killed great numbers of each other, particularly tragic for a population destined for extermination. Both the agreement to ally with France and the Treaty of Paris in 1783 to end the war with England ignored the existence of the many tribal communities west of the Allegheny mountains, granting to America the right to those lands all the way to the Mississippi River. Thus began the westward expansion which trampled the rights of, or just killed, the original citizens of the continent.
  • Do not let a despot take over. The Constitution is sacred and as long as we all agree on that this experiment might work. But the last message of the series is “Beware.” The framers of the Constitution warned that the republic – made up of all the people described above– is vulnerable to a despot, a tyrant, a charismatic lunatic. Yes, this wonderful mix of people does not always move in the right direction. Just as we turned on our neighbors in the late 1700s, we can do that again, demonizing the other to the point of violence and insanity. And on that fertile ground, an ill-intentioned, egomaniac could fan the flames and create chaos and panic. Ignoring the constitution and the authority of the carefully crafted three branches of government, this evil-doer could seize power. Such was the worry of those crafters of the Constitution, may they rest in peace… which is probably hard when they are rolling over in their graves as we speak.

Well, Stephen, on that ominous note, I remind you that mischief is afoot in the land. May you have the Thanksgiving that you deserve.

Sincerely,

Lucy

Map showing the Treaty of Paris agreement between England and the United States, 1783.
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Why can’t you be fun like Elon?

Letter to Stephen Miller #4

October 6, 2025

Dear Stephen –

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written. I hate to say it, but it was more fun to write to Elon. He was more outgoing, more colorful, and I’m afraid you fall short in both those categories. You might take a lesson from Elon and give me something to work with. For instance, Elon wore his small son on his shoulders like a scarf and walked through low doorways – that was exciting! He sold the silliest-looking trucks that made me want to bake cookies every time I saw one. Do you see what I mean? You offer nothing but sullen evilness. Your remarks at the recent memorial service were pompous and boring, although I did perk up when you said “We are the storm!” It’s a good line, but incomplete. You left out the “s – – t” word.

good old days with Elon

But I will soldier on, and report on my five good things this week. Just because I don’t report every week, don’t think I’m not churning them out, cuz I am!

  • I was at a lovely event yesterday.  Clear blue sky, warm but with a cool fall breeze, leaves turning. It was a fundraiser for a gubernatorial candidate you would hate. Just imagine in your worst nightmare a candidate that is everything you are trying to tear down. Yep, that’s her and she’s fantastic.
  • I lobbied for state funding to fill the void after you emptied the bank accounts for our rural and tribal public radio stations. The bill passed, so you see we are not helpless out here, and we certainly are not heartless.
  • I continue to work with local immigrant rights groups that prefer to remain nameless. This is distressing to me. You spread fear like a virus.  Good thing I’ve got immunity. You’ll never shut me up.
  • I volunteered at a food distribution site. You should try that sometime. They are the most wonderful, hardworking people, and we always have fun. I go home feeling 10 years younger, which is great cuz that gives me 10 more years to fight you.
  •  And finally, I’m going to count writing this letter as a good thing because it really gets my juices flowing. No, it’s not quite the fun that Elon was, but you do bring out the snarky in me, and that always motivates me to plunge into another week of good things.

So, Stephen, I hope to see you out in public a little more so we can all get to know you better. And hiding indoors doesn’t help that sallow look. Don’t you think a dose of sunshine would do you good … unless, oh no!  How insensitive of me. As a strong supporter of DEI, I mean no harm to any group, including the vampire class.

Til next time, have a nice day…or night,

Lucy

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Letter to Stephen Miller #3

August 21, 2025

Dear Stephen:

If you ever run into Elon please don’t say anything about our correspondence. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he is a very jealous person, and I wouldn’t want to cause any conflict between the two of you. After all, he has cookie shee– uh, cars — to sell and you have puppet strings to pull. The future of our economy and our country rests in your four hands and you mustn’t get distracted by personal pettiness. You must keep your eyes on the prize… not sure what it is… maybe two front row seats in hell?

But I digress. It has been a busy week and I hope you will appreciate the 5-things-I-did because you are my current inspiration. I have your picture on my desk and I’m really grateful for your satanic look. It is a great motivator.

  • A group of us met on zoom to exchange acts of resistance. You wouldn’t believe how creative and energetic a bunch of irate citizens can be. I know you think we are all White ex-hippies, over 90 and needing a nap.  (Yes, I hang on every word you speak in public, hoping to get a glimpse of humanity. No such luck today when you let the sun shine on you (be careful!) and spoke at Union Station. But enough about you.) We do the usual things – marches, zoom trainings, phone calls, donations – but we are also thinking outside the box. How about a billboard on the interstate between two major cities?  They’re not as expensive as you might think, and the possibilities are endless. I’m pushing for a picture of you dangling your orange puppet with some line like “where did I put the scissors?”
  • There’s a fantastic podcast called “Down to Earth: Planet to Plate.” The host interviews people promoting regenerative agriculture and healthy food production (that may be new to you since all your days are spent behind that black curtain, and I can’t imagine what you eat… Cheetos Flamin’ Hot, deviled eggs with El Diablo sauce, red hots candy and a big slice of devil’s food cake? No wonder you have a pallid look.) But back to the podcast, it really is excellent – informative, inspiring, full of good ideas for resistance. I listened to one by a Montana rancher which made my mouth water for one of his healthy, happy cows. (I bet you thought we were all vegans, too.)
  • I helped a Navajo rug weaver sell at the country’s biggest Native American arts market last weekend. It was so rejuvenating to spend time surrounded by beautiful weavings and watch people’s faces soften as they stepped out of the heat – both weather and politics – and opened up to the wonder of an artist’s work. These weavers use the same traditional looms of their ancestors, card and spin their wool, dye it with native plants. I find it comforting to know that a practice can survive hundreds, even a thousand, years, rooted in a community that is committed to place and culture. Whatever evil you cook up, Navajo weavers will be there, working the loom, decades – no centuries —  after your schemes are dead and gone.
  • I picked up a dog-eared copy of the Constitution at a used bookstore. Looked as if the previous owner frantically searched the pages for a way to save the country before tossing it into the give-away box. But that didn’t discourage me. I am working my way through it, and am struck by Article 3, Section 3:

Treason against the United States, shall consist only in levying War against them, or in adhering to their Enemies, giving them Aid and Comfort. No Person shall be convicted of Treason unless on the Testimony of two Witnesses to the same overt Act, or on Confession in open Court.        

I think consorting with Putin, clearly an enemy of the country, is treason, and certainly there are a lot of witnesses. The lovefest in Alaska, red carpet and all, qualifies, and I’m sure he received significant “aid and comfort” from Trump. I suggest, Stephen, that you pick up a copy of the Constitution somewhere. I’ll point out sections of interest for you so you don’t have to read the whole thing.

  • Finally, I want to recognize that you, too, have been busy doing (way more than 5) things this week. Your output and impact may be greater than mine, but we are growing in strength and someday, there we will be, all ages, genders, shapes and colors, angry and ready for a fight. Every outrage you utter just makes us stronger.

In the meantime, here’s hoping you take a few days off and give us all a break. The volcano on the island of Hawaii is lovely this time year – infernal heat, rising sulfur. I think you’d enjoy it.

Have a nice day!

Lucy

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Letter #2 to Stephen

Dear Mr. Miller:

It’s me again. Lucy.

June picnic on the White House lawn. Are you having fun yet?

The more I get to know you, the more intriguing you are. A real man of mystery, which ordinarily I find very attractive, but in your case… not so much. My first question is why you hide in the shadows. We all know that you are the one pulling the strings, making that witless, orange puppet sign one evil Executive Order after another. Why not step out from behind that curtain, take your bows as puppet-master and let us all marvel at your sleazy cleverness?  Ah, but maybe you are self-conscious? I’m not the only one who thinks you have an uncanny resemblance to the devil. Putting the fear of Satan in people wherever you go might have given you some kind of complex and driven you to the Dark Side. I wish I could help, but all I can think of is a lot of therapy (maybe electroshock), or extensive cosmetic surgery, or a one-way ticket to Transylvania. (Maybe that’s insensitive of me – stereotyping Transylvania, which I understand is a beautiful region of Romania with no more werewolves and vampires than anywhere else.)

But I digress! The purpose of my letter, as always, is to report my works of resistance this week.

  • I spent the afternoon with Senator Cory Booker. He is an amazing person, so full of humanity, compassion, optimism, and energy. I have always admired him, and it was thrilling to hear him speak. I have been suffering from anxiety about the state of the country, but I left the event lighter and more hopeful. His message was that even the smallest action can have a big impact. Don’t be paralyzed because you can’t fix it all, just do some small thing today, and another thing tomorrow, and together we can overcome. You’ve probably met Senator Booker. Weren’t you impressed…or maybe to be in the presence of that much goodness was a bit much.
  • I took an online training in how to support the immigrant community especially when confronted by ICE or other law enforcement. It was excellent, all about the rights of citizens and non-citizens, how to act in the presence of an arrest, what to say and do. At one point the trainer asked the audience of 1,400+ from all over the country what aspect of the organizing process they were attracted to – action, recruitment, training, reflection. Although I am a reflective person and as a mediator help people reflect on peaceful options to a conflict, I surprised myself by immediately hitting the “action” button. Next time you peek through that hole in your curtain you might see me out there raising hell.
  • I spent the evening with a friend whose mental health is fragile. She is on the edge because of the impact your puppet is having on her friends and relatives who are dependent on the VA and Medicaid. Her anger at you and your pals is in danger of consuming her and is already affecting her physical health. I tried to support her, let her vent, and give her some hope. It wasn’t easy, and when I came home, I took a few plates out of my chipped plate collection and smashed them on the patio. I remember muttering “take that, Mr. Miller.” It is hard to stay sane and healthy these days.
  •  I gave money to a small nonprofit that asks to remain anonymous for fear that you will put them in your whack-a-mole sites. It makes me very sad to see good people who are doing good things living in fear, hiding in the shadows. I can see why you hide in the shadows. We’ve already noted your unfortunate face and the evil you are doing. But these people should be proud and receiving accolades for their work, not cowering hoping they won’t be noticed.
  • And finally, I am very pleased to add my “Letters to Mr. Miller” to my list of 5-things-I-did this week. You can’t imagine the pleasure they give my many followers. And bringing a smile, a chuckle to someone who may be feeling powerless and abused by you, makes me proud.

OK, that’s a pretty good list, huh? Hope you’re impressed. It would mean so much to hear from you. I would treasure a letter and would treat it with great disrespect.

Have a nice day!

Sincerely

Lucy

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My New Elon

TO: Stephen Miller, The White House

Dear Mr. Miller:

Since Elon left me to go sell more cookie sheets on wheels, I have been without a pen pal. I thought Elon and I had a solid relationship – I wrote him the five awesome things I did each week to strengthen the resistance, and he… well, let’s say it was a little one-sided. I never heard from him. Maybe I should have taken a hint? But, I admit I was infatuated. Anyway, now I find myself needing a new relationship. Please don’t think this is just “rebound.” I have had my eye on you for some time. And when I asked myself, “Who is as powerful, destructive, and arrogant as Elon?” you topped the list.

I’m not assuming a first name basis, Mr.Miller, as I had with Elon, but am hoping that our relationship might flourish with time, and that you might even respond to me at some point. That would be such a boost to my morale, which has been pretty low lately. I continue to do at least 5 good things each week, but without someone to brag to, well, it’s just not as much fun.

So, please accept my “5-things” report for the week of July 21. I send it with great hope that you will see it and hate it.

  • I acquired 100 “Know Your Rights” cards, in English and in Spanish. I have a few in my car, in my purse, in my pocket, and wherever I go, I’m on the lookout for someone who might be targeted by ICE. You might want to alert your troops that their victims may not be quite so cooperative.
  • I helped fill 75 bags of groceries for needy people in my community. Cans of corn, tuna, soup, pork and beans; packages of noodles, cheese, tortillas; and fresh produce, too. And guess what I dropped in last, on the top of each bag? Yup, the Know Your Rights card.
  • I contributed money to a local art school that will lose a big chunk of funding thanks to the legacy of my ex, Elon. Art is good therapy for stress, which is the main complaint among my peers. Oh, and come to think of it, artists have made great revolutionaries throughout history, haven’t they?
  • I went to a fundraiser for an excellent candidate who is running for governor. The place was packed, the snacks were good, the mood jubilant, and the candidate’s speech was fiery and passionate. The drinks flowed, and so did the money. I had a great time. I’m lucky to live in a blue state where the future looks promising and where we support a woman’s right to choose and justice for immigrants, and where we still talk freely about inclusion and diversity and equity. Yes, we even say “DEI” in public, often adding the “+”. Sometimes the White House seems very far away, which is a good thing.
  • I did some weeding of my bookshelves and took an armful of books to three Little Libraries that needed filling. I figure the more people reading a book, the fewer people doom-scrolling lies. I wonder if you read much? I know you’re busy but at least take a look at the Constitution. You could read one Article before you go to bed, and then you could share what you learned with your colleagues. You could even start a book club.

But forgive me, I am being too forward for a “first date.” I really hope that this relationship works. I find since Elon left me, I have really suffered with no outlet for my “snarkasm.” I’m crossing my fingers that you’re my man!

Have a nice day!

Lucy

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