Monday, December 19, 2016

Clearing my head

The outcome of November's presidential election has truly shaken my belief and confidence in the American experiment. That the electorate has become so lazy, illiterate, and unsophisticated that they could elect such an obvious con-man, swindler, and liar to this office has literally taken my breath, and stopped me dead in my tracks in many ways. I am terrified for the long-term damage this vacuous man, with no demonstrated interest other than self-enrichment and self-glory, may do to the USA and the world. 

I have struggled to find a way to harness my thoughts, clear my head, and find a way forward, without significant success. I cannot bear to look at the news because every day comes a further proof that he is everything he constantly accused his opponent of during the election. Every cabinet official he has proposed is like he searched high and low for the most unqualified people for those jobs, and whose personal outlook and professional careers are absolutely contrary to the historical goals of the agencies he plans to put them in charge of.  

Today a friend shared the following on Facebook, written by a fellow named Jeremy Mitchell. This is what I will do. This is how I will move forward. For now, this is the only path that makes sense, and it gives me more peace of mind than I've felt since the election:



I listened as they called my President a Muslim.
I listened as they called him and his family a pack of monkeys.
I listened as they said he wasn't born here.
I watched as they blocked every single path to progress that they could.
I saw the pictures of him as Hitler.
I watched them shut down the government twice and hurt the entire nation.
I watched them turn their backs on every opportunity to open worthwhile dialog.
I watched them say that they would not even listen to any choice for Supreme Court no matter who the nominee was.
I listened as they openly said that they will oppose him at every turn. 

I watched as they did just that.  I listened.  I watched.  I paid attention.
Now, I'm being called on to be tolerant.
To move forward.  To denounce protesters.  To "Get over it." To accept this...
I will not.

I will do my part to make sure this great American mistake becomes the embarrassing footnote of our history that it deserves to be.
I will do this as quickly as possible every chance I get.
I will do my part to limit the damage that this man can do to my country.
I will watch his every move and point out every single mistake and misdeed in a loud and proud voice.
I will let you know in a loud voice every time this man backs away from a promise he made to them.
Them. The people who voted for him.
The ones who sold their souls and prayed for him to win.

I will do this so that they never forget.
And they will hear me.
They will see it in my eyes when I look at them.
They will hear it in my voice when I talk to them.
They will know that I know who they are.
They will know that I know what they are.

Do not call for my tolerance. I've tolerated all I can.
Now it's their turn to tolerate ridicule.
Be aware, make no mistake about it, every single thing that goes wrong in our country from this day forward is now Trump's fault just as much as they thought it was Obama's. 

I find it unreasonable for them to expect from me what they were entirely unwilling to give.
They will find no shelter here.


Thanks Jeremy - I needed this. 


"America will never be destroyed from the outside.  If we falter, and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves." - Abraham Lincoln, 16th U.S. President (1809-1865)

#notmypresident

 

1 comment:

  1. You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I’ll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
    Weakened by my soulful cries?

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don’t you take it awful hard
    ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
    Diggin’ in my own backyard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history’s shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
    I rise
    I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.

    Maya Angelou

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