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11.12.16

As a Christian, I am heartbroken. Being a disciple of Christ means working within oneself to extend compassion and love to all human beings and especially to vulnerable people – in 2016 United States that means refugees, women, religious and ethnic minorities, LGBTQ, mentally ill, the homeless, the undocumented. Being a Christian to me means possessing a responsibility to make this world a better place for all people in it, not just people who are like me. And this country, one that claims so many other followers of Christ and worshipers of the God who is pure love, has spoken out and voted in defense of myopic self-interest at best, and at worst, the opposite of love: hatred, bigotry, sexism, and xenophobia.

That’s how  I updated my Facebook status on Wednesday, the day after the election. Before this week, I’d sign onto Facebook maybe once a month or so. Since Wednesday, though, I’m on it constantly and putting up multiple posts per day, reading news articles people link to and checking their statuses. I’ve been on Facebook more in the past four days than in the past year. The first day or two were posts like mine, which encouraged me to post my own. Saddened that bigotry won. Unbelieving. Angry and fearful for the LGBT and Muslim and Black and Latino people in their lives. I hoped I’d wake up Wednesday morning, Thursday morning, and it would all be a dream and go away. I felt empty inside, like I had lost something very dear to me. And I had: I’d lost my belief that good would prevail in America, and that we as a nation would act in the best interest of everyone who lived here. After the grief (or rather, concurrent with the grief) came posts about how to fight his policies. How to get active in politics, organizations to donate time and money to, Change.org petitions for the electoral college to follow the popular vote, rallies and marches and community conversations to attend. I donated to Sierra Club and ACLU and shared my story with Planned Parenthood and urged my Facebook followers to do the same. I attended a peaceful protest last night in New Haven, and read the notes for a community conversation that I missed.

The Facebook conversations are changing now to report violence and hate-filled actions. The friend of a friend, an academic in South Philly, had her car keyed and “it’s our pussy now, bitch” or something like that carved into it. Black students in the area of PA where I get up are being bullied and called names. Teachers’ students have gone from asking if their parents will be deported to reporting classmates telling them that their parents will be deported. Somebody opened fire on a protest in Portland. And Donald Trump is silent on the violence that has been condoned by his speech over the past year and that people feel they can come out and say now that he’s won the election.

I understand how the whole “Make America Great Again” message could have resonated. It’s the same reason folks got swept up in Obama’s “Yes We Can” eight years ago. And I treat it with the same deep skepticism that I did Obama’s 2008 campaign. It’s an empty promise with no real path forward. But anyway, Trump was a break from politics as usual, and I know lots of people voted for him as a protest against Hillary Clinton. And in a normal election, protest votes are usually fine. But you can’t deny the racist, sexist underpinnings of his speech, and I cannot forgive those non-racist, non-sexist Trump voters for implicitly giving the green light to the ones who are spray painting swastikas and saying “you’re next” to brown men and women. Especially since his racist and sexist rhetoric was always 1) illegal or 2) unconstitutional. The young, college educated Republicans I know believe the Constitution is a near-sacred document, but lots of them came out and voted for a candidate that doesn’t seem to give a lick about the Constitution. And who endorses racist practices and sexually assaults women. And is a fascist.

I also can’t forgive myself for not fighting harder than I did. I thought we had this. The “sensible” people I talk most with, and the media I consume, told me they and others were going to come out and vote against Trump. I thought I had done my part by participating in social justice stuff at my church and letting some people know about it, posting my photos of a service trip to Nicaragua and sharing a fundraiser link right before our Syrian refugee family came over in July. I should have talked to my grandmothers about how sweet and polite the kids are, and how the parents are desperate to learn English and find work, and how they have shown immense gratitude and hospitality to me and members of my church. I shouldn’t have worried about appearing holier-than-thou if I talked about it. I should have checked the box for ‘Democrat’ instead of ‘Unaffiliated’ when I registered in March so I could vote in the primaries and get on mailing lists to help make phone calls and canvas my town. I should have tried to talk more with my stepdad about what I encountered in Black neighborhoods in Philly, Chicago, and New Haven. I should have convinced my apolitical mom to go out and vote. I should have pushed people to recognize the racist code underpinning some of the phrases they’ve picked up from the political sphere. I should have checked in with my liberal friends and made sure they were registered to vote.

I didn’t though, and now this election started a fire in me to start fighting back as hard as I can. I need to keep that anger to propel me, because once I start waking up in the morning and I don’t feel that burning inside right away, once I no longer want to shout with my husband about injustice, I still need to keep this fight going. For at least the next four years, and throughout my life. It’s only the last two or three years of my life that I’ve realized the sort of power that I have, that I can be the change I want to see in the world. Now it’s time to stand up and do it.

11.8.16

For the first time in eight years, I voted. I went to the local middle school and got in line at ten past six in the morning, and I filled in my ballot for Hillary Clinton, then the down-ballot candidates I’d researched earlier. I got my sticker, went to work at the library, saw a bunch of other “I voted!” stickers on my coworkers who I also know voted for Clinton. We held a mock election for some of the stuffed animals, and I gave them slogans from the 1964 presidential election. It looked okay.

Clinton wasn’t the first choice for me and many others who would have much rather seen Bernie Sanders, but she was far better than Republican candidate Donald Trump, who was a joke that I grew sick of in February. With his outrageous inflammatory statements and terrible fashion sense, he was a troll that the media was feeding and I was sick of hearing about. But with every new outrageous statement, his voice got louder. Deport all illegals, build a wall, and make Mexico pay for it (as if our economy wouldn’t suffer from the job losses), then he attacked Pope Francis on Twitter for criticizing him (how Twitter is considered newsworthy is still beyond me). And with every ridiculous statement – none of them containing any substance or actual policy, engineered just to get attention, fearmongering to some groups and incensing others – his support grew, and the Republican Party begrudgingly took him on. I hoped they would lose badly, implode, and fraction off into intellectual conservatives and Tea Party populists, and maybe we’d finally have a three-party system where dividing lines on social issues took a backseat to theories of governance. Economists said his tax reforms and anti-trade policies would be a disaster for the working and middle class, totalitarian governments were announcing support for him, and his plan for revitalizing the economy was “it’s gonna be great.” This is all aside from his record as a crooked businessman, rapist, sexual assaulter. Donald Trump represents the 1% we all blamed for the 2008 economic downtown, and the big businesses we bailed out with nothing to show for it. The working and middle class couldn’t possibly vote for the same asshole that caused them to lose their job in the first place. The one that says it’s okay to sexually assault women. I thought we as a country, and especially those who tout traditional Republican values, and Christian values, would revolt against that. Clinton might be a horribly corrupt politician, but as a politician she’s at least bound to some sort of ethics, whether she actually feels them or it’s affected. And she has actual experience. Trump’s only moral compass is himself and his own extraordinarily fragile ego. We couldn’t possibly elect an amoral megalomaniac whose policies, inasmuch as he had policies, would run this country into the ground for everyone. Even though he was frighteningly close to Clinton in the polls leading up to the election, she still had a good margin. She was going to win. Trump and all he represented was going to lose, and we would have some damn sense in this country again.

I was wrong.