Politics is not something I typically write about, but I do write about things that affect me.
On day 2, post-election, I am numb. But more than that I am stunned, deeply disturbed and disappointed. In the American people. It’s not so much that Donald Trump was elected, though that in itself unsettles me, but the reasons for that are a whole other post, it’s the hateful behavior I have witnessed in the run up to voting day and since then that has been horrific.
We are at a critical juncture in our country’s path and I feel nothing but fear and sadness at thoughts of the future. The lack of awareness, understanding and empathy I have seen in the past two days is astounding.
Neither side is exempt from this criticism, but given that Trump was not my candidate I can only personally comment on the backlash from his supporters. Have any of these people, whose candidate has now attained the highest office in the land, have any of them given any thoughts to how some of our society are now feeling? How they are afraid of what the future holds for them? Those that have already heard the views of Pence, who thinks that homosexuals should be given electric shock therapy to ‘cure’ them, to Donald Trump’s mocking of a disabled journalist and the reprehensible way that those things have been swallowed and enjoyed, like candy. Those are just two examples of the many things that I found distasteful and abhorrent about this man and the way he stirred up his support base, advocating violence. Because of his views and the views of those he will surround himself with, this small fraction of society now feels cut off and marginalized and we, as the losing side, are told to suck it up and shut up, stop your whining. Where is the dialogue? Where is the acknowledgement of fears, of worry? Where is the extension of the hand of inclusion?
I myself, at 2:30 am on 11/9, when I barely had time to fully register what had happened, expressed (on my own twitter timeline) my fear about the Supreme Court Justice seats and how three of them will be appointed by this president. Feeling certain (given Trump’s remarks on the subject) that none of them would be moderate and what this means for me, my family, my children. I was attacked and called a petulant sore loser. Really? My words, my twitter. My right to express my views. If you choose to comment to me do so in a constructive, respectful manner.
This is meaningful discourse? Expecting the losing side to dance a jig when they are reeling from a loss beggar’s belief. I am certain that Donald Trump (and certainly his supporters) would not have been so conciliatory if Hillary Clinton had won. From his own lips came the words that he would not accept it. There is more than the slight chance that he, and his supporters, would have said that the election was rigged.
I watched the unfolding results with a heavy heart. Neither candidate was who I felt we should have as our choice but that was what was presented. I made the best of it by choosing a candidate that I felt was fit for the job, who I could count on to represent me in a presidential manner, who was looking to be inclusive of all. You don’t have to agree with my decision, my choice, but you also don’t get to assume I did not do my due diligence in choosing a candidate.
I went into this vote unhappy with the selection of candidates. For the first time I felt absolutely nothing as I cast my ballot, having no candidate I could truly believe in. So don’t suppose that because I voted differently from you that I don’t wish for a better America. I just didn’t see Trump as the path to that.
I have always felt that a winning side should be gracious in that victory. But I have not seen that. When I and others expressed worry about what was to come we were criticized and called names. I don’t expect these people, who don’t have the same fears or issues to know how we are feeling but as a nation shouldn’t we be trying to come together, to understand and acknowledge these worries?
Perhaps if they put themselves in the shoes of those who feel disenfranchised and attacked by this coming administration, that they would understand these concerns and the very real questions teeming in our heads. I am a parent who now has the task of trying to find a way to protect my children from this very real hatred of others who are deemed different. And how do I do that? I cannot insulate them, wrap them in protective bubble wrap. They go to school, they play sports and every day they are witness to this hate.
Every person matters. Not just those on the winning side.
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