I am still shocked and confused by the outcome of the Presidential election, and I am upset with all the people, who so arrogantly thought they know it all.
“Don’t you worry, Trump will never be President, in the end, it all will be fine. The U.S. has a way to stop people like him. We have a constitution and an election process that works.”
Really Sherlock, and how did that work out for you?
I read so much baloney last year, I could sell sandwiches for a lifetime or two.
Well, the election is over now. Hillary Clinton won the public vote, but will not be our next President. Instead, this country will be lead by a TV star and Billionaire, who now will work for us and not for himself. (Yeah right!)
Someone has to be held accountable for our misery. Who is there to blame? Was it Hillary and her lame campaign? Or maybe Bernie Sanders, who dared to run against her. Wait….it was the media and the miserable sensationalism they sell us as journalism these days. Or perhaps it was the gods, who decided that now we have to suffer for a while?
Let’s face it; we are to blame, no one else. We have the technology to do our research, yet so many of us decide instead to swallow social media headlines like gum drops. Many, too many are not even interested in politics, they don’t vote at all.
We are to blame, all of us.
This country is deeply divided, and I don’t see how this can be fixed. I fear all hell will break lose come January 20th and I hope I am wrong. (Please let me be wrong).
I can’t even imagine the damage that can be done, how many laws they will override in no time. The Republicans control it all now -including the supreme court- and many, too many will pay the price.
What am I going to do? What can I do?
I fear for my friends.
My gay friends, they are terrified and fear Pence more than Trump. We will have a Vice President who believes being gay can be cured with therapy. What if all the progress we have made will be undone?
My Muslim friend, who lives here in the United States of America since more than 20 years. She fears she will never see her family again if they aren’t allowed to come visit her. She fears for her children. They were born here, but have now the “wrong” religion.
What about my African American friends, who fear that racism will be on the rise, now since a white supremacist has been appointed Chief of Staff.
And then there I am, the one who fears to lose health insurance -once again. But maybe that’s not so important, compared to the fear of others.
What can I do? What is my role in this mess? I was wondering about that, tried to find a solution I could live with. Will I continue to speak up, or just go with the flow?
There is nothing I can do, I thought and then we went out for breakfast.
We sat in the corner at Bob Evans and waited for our meals to be served. The restaurant was full -as always- and I looked around. What an interesting mix of people, young and old people enjoying a meal. I saw two young Muslim women in the very back, they sat in a corner and ate their breakfast. I could hear them talk, they both were born here; they spoke fluently without an accent.
One looked up and our eyes locked. I felt like an intruder, I could see her facial expression; she didn’t look worried, but I could tell she didn’t feel comfortable. At that moment I smiled at her, gave her the biggest smile I could come up with, and I meant it. She smiled back at me. We understood each other, words were not needed.
Perhaps this is what we all need to do now. We need to show our support and stand beside minority groups -no matter what.
This is my life, I have to be able to look at myself without being ashamed. Maybe the next 4 years will test my character more than anything. Now it’s time to show what I am made of. Talk the talk and walk the walk.
I am the born optimist. Always have been, always will be.
This country is a melting pot of different cultures, this is what makes us unique. May it never change!