Okay, maybe “Apocalypse Now” is overstating the situation a bit, but not by much. And also – FUCK!
The thoughts have been swirling around my head at the speed of light since Tuesday night and breaking them down into cohesive, cogent sentences is proving illusive. But “FUCK!” pretty much covers it, I think.
I was going to do a long, detailed post about everything that is wrong about what happened on Tuesday, but I realize, with most of my readers at least, I am preaching to the choir and those facts don’t need to be reiterated here when others have written far more eloquently about them.
But I do still have a few things to say, however incoherently…
First off, I am so effing lucky to be an expat. Later today, I get to fly back to Ireland – a country that has its own problems, sure (repeal the 8th!) but at least they didn’t elect a Cheetoh as leader of the free world.
I also realize that I am witnessing these events from a place of privilege. I’m a straight, highly educated, white, upper middle class woman. Okay, that last one is a tick against me but still, if I am scared what must other, more marginalized folks, be feeling right now? I want to give them all a hug. I want to tell them that it’s all going to be okay – even if I have serious doubts about that.
To quote my BFF-in-my-own-mind Lin-Manuel Miranda, “Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love, cannot be killed or swept aside.” So…
Muslims – I love you.
LGBTQ people– I love you.
Immigrants – I love you.
Women – I love you.
People of color – I love you.
Hispanic people – I love you.
Poor people – I love you.
And I will do whatever I can to fight for you during what I fear is going to be a very dark time.
You (we) are the ones who can make America great again.
Not Donald Trump.