We Need to Talk About Adriana Smith

The U.S. thinks women are disposable

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I feel like lately the news has been full of severe weather in red states who are sad FEMA isn’t coming to save them (the literal definition of FAFO), planes either not working properly or almost hitting one another (what do we expect when Elon fired everyone at the FAA and a fucking idiotic lumberjack is the Secretary of Transportation), J.D. Vance met his second Pope of the month and luckily this one survived, Trump denying little girls 35 dolls this Christmas while Qatar gives him a whole ass palace to fly (side note, what is his obsession with girls and dolls? It’s fucking gross. Also, Qatar is like, “That plane isn’t a gift, asshole. We’re sending the Pentagon a bill.”).

My news feed has also been peppered with the updates on the SECOND Karen Read trial—don’t even get me started on that incestuous cover up/frame up, along with new details about the case for Brian Kohberger that’s warming up.

What story I haven’t seen a lot of attention given to is Adriana Smith’s story that’s been going on in Georgia for several months now. It finally came to my attention via TikTok and then I went down the rabbit hole to find out more. In case you have missed it, let me give you the backstory.

Way back in February, Adriana Smith was about 8 weeks pregnant with her second child when she went to the hospital with a splitting headache. After an initial misdiagnosis, Adriana was sent home only to return a second time where she was told she had brain clots on her brain. Tragically, within hours, Adriana was declared brain dead.

Normally, a story like this wouldn’t make the news. Yes, it’s a sad story about a young mother who died but the story is about what happened AFTER Adriana died.