This is not the first election in my lifetime that didn’t end the way I wished for, but it is the first election that left me feeling scared.
I have been quiet yesterday, not just here on my blog, but also at home. I read many posts about love and unity. “Now is the time for healing,” some bloggers wrote, and I didn’t leave any replies. I just don’t feel that way and I refuse to pretend. The anger I felt yesterday, has now turned into sadness but I also feel a little bit rebellious. What’s done is done and look what we have done?
The Italian journalist, Indro Montanelli, made a statement at the beginning of Silvio Berlusconi’s political career. Montanelli said, “I hope Berlusconi wins because he is a sickness that you cure only with a vaccine, with a good injection of Berlusconi and only this way will we become immune.”
The angry, white American voter wanted Trump to be our next President, now let them have it.
Will he be able to keep all his election promises? Will he build a wall around this nation and will he deport ALL illegal immigrants – millions of them with children who are American citizens?
Perhaps the way to prove that Trump can’t bring back manufacturing jobs -or coal jobs- is to let him try.
This is the first time I feel fear after an election. What if it’s not just a win of the opposite political party? What if racism and fascism will take over the United States of America?
“The transition will be smooth,” and, “We will work with him,” both, President Obama and Hillary Clinton told us, and they asked for our help. Let’s be optimistic; it might not be as bad as we thought it would be. But what if it will be exactly as bad as many of us fear it will be?
A new conservative judge will be appointed and fill the vacant seat on the Supreme Court and that’s why I fear the most. I fear for the younger generation. The amount of damage that Trump and a republican congress can do in a few years can be significant -and it can have a lasting effect on your lives. (Civil rights, abortion rights, LGBT rights, social security and medicare, environmental protection, etc.) everything could be undone with just a few rightwing radicals.
Just like Brexit in the UK, we too committed political suicide by voting Trump into the White House, that’s at least my opinion.
In the evening I watched the news. Young, people were peacefully demonstrating against Donald Trump. I read the signs and very quietly, hidden in the darkness I whispered:
“He is not my President either,” but nobody could hear me.
No more need for more political posts on my blog. It’s done!
Hopefully, I am wrong, and there will be everlasting peace and milk and honey will flow in paradise.
Then, of course, I will happily write about it.