Covid-19 Vaccination Religious Exemption Letter

I work in a small healthcare office in Portland, OR and my religious exemption was approved by my boss on September 14th, 2021.

Nearly every state within the United States is required to uphold your religious exemption as your constitutional right (CA, ME, MS, NY, and WV do NOT offer religious exemptions). I am aware that corporations are coming down hard on religious exemptions and using fear tactics for compliance. The truth is that you are under no obligation to inform your employer of what your religious beliefs are, and it is entirely enough to submit a signed paper that says “getting vaccinated for covid-19 is against my religious beliefs.” End of story. You do not have to belong to a church or an organized religion or show proof of your affiliation in any way and your employer cannot require proof of attendance or references to validate your religious beliefs. They are yours and yours alone and philosophical, moral, and ethical beliefs that you live by ARE religious beliefs (in AR, CO, LA, MI, MN, ND, NM, OH, OK, OR, PA, TX, UT, WA, and WI–but NOT IL) and therefore worthy of exemption. If you live in Illinois you must pursue a religious exemption and not a philosophical exemption. There are several form letters already online about the vaccines using aborted fetal tissue if this applies to you and your belief system. If your employer tries to tell you that you are a threat to the health and safety of others they must prove it with a court order based on sworn testimony from a licensed medical doctor. If you are an employee in Oregon and your employer wants you to fill out the OHA Religious Exemption Form CROSS OUT exception and write exemption when you sign the document. If your employer denies your exemption ask them what their appeal process is. If your appeal gets denied, you have every right to file a lawsuit against your employer. These lawsuits are already happening and they will eventually reach the Supreme Court.  Things are currently looking much darker in Canada where clinicians are on a gag order from their government and can’t talk freely about adverse vaccine reactions without fear of losing their license to practice. 

A right that you don’t exercise is a right that is eventually lost. Please, do all you can, while you can. Our freedoms and our livelihood depend on it. Please use any and all of the content I have below to draft your own religious exemption letter. Spread it far and wide to anyone who may need it to help hold the line on medical freedom and bodily autonomy. May the Force be with you all, you courageous warriors of light. 

 

[COVER LETTER/EMAIL OF INTENT]

September 1, 2021

Dear [EMPLOYER],

I’m writing in regards to your inquiry about my timeline for getting vaccinated by October 18th. Being mandated to receive a SARS-CoV-2 vaccination is in conflict with my sincerely held religious beliefs, which is why I am invoking my constitutional right to a religious exemption from Governor Brown’s mandate.

Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 prohibits employment discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex and national origin. The term “religion” includes all aspects of religious observance and practice, as well as strongly held moral beliefs. Further, ORS 433.416(3) is a current Oregon statute established in 1989 that states, “A worker shall not be required as a condition of work to be immunized under this section, unless such immunization is otherwise required by federal or state law, rule, or regulation.” According to the National Governor’s Association; “As state managers, governors are responsible for implementing state laws and overseeing the operation of the state executive branch.” Governors are not in a position nor do they have the power to create laws—that is the job of the legislative branch of government. Further, it is well established in common law that law cannot compel performance. Laws exist in America as a negative force to keep people from harming others, not to mandate, force, or compel people to do something under threat, duress, or coercion.

Governor Kate Brown’s continued emergency order notwithstanding has presently allowed her to mandate vaccination as a term of employment for healthcare workers. Whether or not these orders can be enforced and carried out is yet to be determined. However, given the current circumstances, I prefer to invoke my constitutional right to a religious exemption from mandatory vaccination. My signed religious exemption letter is attached for you to review and keep on file. Please let me know of any reason you may reject my exemption, which is required by law to be accommodated.

It has also come to my attention over the past week that other employees of [BUSINESS NAME] have been made aware of my vaccination status without my consent. I strongly encourage that the contents of this correspondence and any thereafter remain between you and I alone, as it is against the law to share private, confidential health information with any individual—employee, patient, or otherwise.   

Sincerely,

[YOUR NAME]

 

[SIGNED RELIGIOUS EXEMPTION LETTER]

September 1, 2021

[BUSINESS ADDRESS]

Dear [EMPLOYER NAME],

As an undergraduate at [UNIVERSITY] I received a minor degree in biological and healthcare ethics. One of the fundamental principals of healthcare ethics is the right of self-determination, also known as self-governance or bodily autonomy. Bodily autonomy ensures that we are treated like persons and not like things or objects. My most foundational moral belief is that we respect each other as moral agents, with the utmost reverence for personal autonomy, free from external constraints, manipulations, and forms of coercion. Simply, that we must respect the right of individuals to do with their own bodies as they see fit. I believe my right to my own bodily autonomy is a sacred birthright outside of the realm of control of my employer or my government. I believe that we must treat individuals as ends in themselves and never as a means to an end, even under the most brutal of circumstances and with the best of intentions.

The right to bodily autonomy has been a pillar of my [JOB DUTY] for my entire career. I have always educated my patients to the best of my ability and given them all of the information available to allow them to make the best decisions for themselves in regards to their health and their treatment options. I believe at the end of the day that every patient knows what is best for themselves and their right to consent to treatment is theirs and theirs alone- not mine or my governments’.

My personally held beliefs mimic that of Judge John P. Flaherty Jr., in his ruling of the McFall v. Shimp Supreme Court case of 1978, indicating that forcing someone to an intrusion of their own body “would defeat the sanctity of the individual and would impose a rule which would know no limits, and one could not imagine where the line would be drawn.” I sincerely believe that if we allow our local governments to violate our right to bodily autonomy now, with vaccine mandates, that it will set a precedent in the future for larger humanitarian atrocities—even things as incomprehensible as forced sterilization. History has already shown us what happens when we compromise on these universally accepted values and liberties. It is why the Nuremberg Code was created and has been globally accepted since 1947.

I further believe that the current worldwide fervor forcing the mandatory vaccination narrative parallels circumstances set forth in the chapter of Revelations in The Bible. Much of my confirmation into the Community United Methodist Church focused on what the end of days would look like and entail. It describes cataclysmic natural disasters, famine, poverty, and pestilence as well as a “mark of the beast,” which limits persons from being able to work and initiate commerce without it. “He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark,” (Revelations 13:16-17). In Christianity the mark of the beast is known to be evil and satanic and my lifelong membership of the church leads me to believe that mandatory vaccinations and vaccine passports fall within these guidelines set forth in Revelations. For this belief I also invoke my right to an exemption.

Since the inherent duties of my job cannot be performed from home and my position does not accommodate for similar exceptions without undue hardship to both myself and the business, I am requesting an exemption to the unlawful mandate, asking that I may perform my duties the same as I have for the last sixteen months. I will continue to wear my mask so long as the local mandates deem healthcare providers must, but not longer than, and continue the stringent sanitation protocols already laid out for [BUSINESS NAME] employees in our covid-19 protocols, including but not limited to: handwashing and sanitizing between patients, chiropractic table sanitation between patients, sanitizing high contact areas like iPads and door handles, and using the Jade Surgically Clean Air purification system in the treatment rooms which our clinic claimed “removes 99.998% of viruses from indoor air,” in an email sent out to our patients on August 25th, 2020.

My privacy and confidentiality shall be maintained and I shall be treated and held to the same standards of every other [BUSINESS NAME] employee, assuring that there will be no physical requirements or markers of shame for being unvaccinated henceforth, including but not limited to being the only practitioner in the clinic forced to wear a mask, even if local mandates dictate that vaccinated healthcare workers may proceed without masks. By asking for an exemption rather than an exception I guarantee that I will not be discriminated against in the workplace.

I am signing this document without waiver of my legal right to seek religious exemption and accommodation from any requirement that conflicts with my sincerely held religious belief, and without waiver of the right to seek legal redress from any wrongful denial of such exemption.

Sincerely,

[YOUR NAME]

[YOUR TITLE/POSITION OF EMPLOYMENT]

Gala Apples

I never told you about how shopping for Gala apples used to weigh so heavy on me. You were always so particular about them. Their shape. Their shine. Their texture and crunch. It always felt like the margin of perfection was too narrow for me to get right—the learning curve of apple scoring too steep for me to master. So it became your job to hand select each ruby prize. You did so lovingly, only bringing home the best and sweetest red globes for our lips to caress.

For the first year after you left, every time I reached for a Gala apple from the produce stand I felt a tightness in my chest. I had never told you about the imaginary scoring system that I failed to learn. But even after you were gone, the pressure to pluck perfection from the pile lingered. Each time I went to the grocery store the anxiety returned. The longer it went on, the sillier it felt. The visceral tightening in my stomach, bringing back a flood of memories of the life we used to have. Of the people we used to be.

Eventually I stopped buying Gala apples, for fear that the weight of them would crush me. I switched to Granny Smith, because the touch of them didn’t break my heart. They were tart rather than sweet, and their bruises never bothered me.

I’ve since found equilibrium in my grocery store escapades, and the bottom of my fruit drawer holds space for both luscious red and green orbs. It doesn’t shake me anymore when I pull the drawer out and they roll around together. They’re just a piece of you and a piece of me, all that remains of our beautiful, chaotic hyperbole.

LETTERS TO MY FUTURE LOVER

I’m not the fling girl. I’m more the all-or-nothing type of broad.
I’m not a yes woman—not a seen and not heard woman.
I’ve got a sharp wit and a strong spine and I speak my mind.
I will push you, challenge you, and tell you when you’re full of shit.
 
But I’ll also stoke a fire in your soul like you’ve never known before. 
One that blazes against the night sky, calls forth the gods from their thrones, and shines light on the places inside yourself you’ve kept hidden.
I’ll support you while you chase your dreams, and while I hold you to the highest level of accountability. 
I’ll hold you together in your weakest moments, and I’ll stand beside you as you climb your tallest peaks.
 
I’ll write you love poems and leave you silly notes, making you smile from across the world or just across the hall.
I’ll sing while I do the dishes and dance while I make some sad excuse for a meal.
I’ll distract you and touch your butt when you’re trying to do the same.
 
I’ll chase the sun with you. Buy last minute plane tickets around the world with you.
I’ll make you laugh until you cry—with charm and sarcasm and grace.
I’ll jump out of an airplane with you and then take you to the symphony.
I’ll make you remember what it’s like to fall in love for the first time again.
 
I’ll be your last first kiss and the woman you take home for Christmas. 
And the one your mother asks about every holiday after when it doesn’t work out. 
 
Because few things ever do.

In Memoriam, RLC

July 28, 1944 — July 10, 2018

I was lucky enough to see Grandpa Cog a few months ago when I came home over Memorial Day weekend. We all had dinner as a family at Lou’s LaGrotto and when he walked in and saw me he asked, “What’s new in the Illinois Valley, Granddaughter?” And I replied, “Not a damn thing.” Except I didn’t say damn. The word I used had a little more color. He laughed and put his arm around me and said, “Ain’t that the truth.” It didn’t strike me until I was preparing this that most families don’t drop F-bombs around their grandparents. But we certainly aren’t most families.

Grandpa sat next to me during dinner and we caught up on each other’s lives. I told him the story about a memory of mine from when I was little visiting him at his house across from the high school. He used to have this blue and yellow Fischer Price toy drill, and he’d chase me around trying to stick the drill bit in my belly button. He used to say that if he unscrewed my belly button, my butt would fall off. I don’t think I ever really believed him, but I never let him get close enough to find out. When I got the call that he was gone, I tried to think of what my very last memory of him was that night in LaGrotto’s. And my last memory of my Grandpa Cog is looking over at him spooning the butter and the parmesan (out of the basket that had previous housed our garlic nuggets) straight into his mouth—two days before his scheduled CT scan to assess the integrity of his heart. I remembered looking over and thinking, “Ooph… where do I even start?” He was a man who couldn’t be told. And when I stop to think about it, we’re an entire family that can’t be told.

Roger was a strong, Scandinavian stubborn, simple man who appreciated a cold beer at the end of a long day. He didn’t know how to send a text message yet he always managed to find his way to my blog posts in the vast expanse of the internet, and then tell Donna what to text me in response. He loved his family, and his grandchildren, and his great-grandchildren with the ferociousness of the lion-hearted man that he was. Grandpa worked hard but he always managed to make time for his family. He came into this world feet first and he went out of this world in his work boots doing something that he loved. And I know that he loved it, without hesitation, because every time I’d come home he’d say to me, “You know those brothers of yours are working my ass off, but I love every minute.” He was a good, honorable man—deeply respected by his community, and he will be deeply and sorely missed. I didn’t know the last time I saw my grandpa was going to be the last hug I ever got from him. So I urge you, I beg you—to please hold each other a little tighter, and a little longer, because this moment right here is the only one you’re guaranteed. Reflect on all the things that make you happy, and then make a list of all the things you do every day. Compare the lists, and adjust accordingly.

I want to leave you with a list of things that will always remind me of Grandpa Cog. I listed them in order of my earliest memories of him until my final ones:

Butter pecan ice cream

French onion Sunchips

Ballroom Barbie

Viewfinders

Orange Gatorade in the shop fridge

Orange Goop hand soap

Blue Scott shop towels

Titty calendars on the dashboard

Cinnamon Dentene Ice chewing gum

Water wings

Norwegian elk hounds

The number 8

The word “Whatever”

Sharpening pencils

Garlic nuggets

And the way he used to wave goodbye to me for as long as I can remember until the very last time he hugged me goodbye…