Post-Election "Blues"

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

It seems I'm not alone in my post-election blues. Thoughts and feelings running through my mind include:

- WTF.
- How did this happen?
- I love blue states (even though I don't live in one) - where did they go?
- Homes in Vancouver are really expensive.
- So are homes in Helsinki.
- WTF.
- What's going to happen?
- How do homes in Vancouver cost THAT much?
- He is a "brand," not a leader.
- God, I hope he doesn't turn this into a dynasty.
- It's not fair that the rest of the world now views me, as an American, guilty by association for the results of our election.
- What about my girls?
- Aren't we perpetuating a rape mentality?
- Misogynist.
- Candada's economy is going to get a hefty injection from all of this.
- Is this really happening?
- WTF?

I found peace and comfort along with sheer frustration when I read through Facebook comments; I saw genuine hurt and sadness from people I adore; I saw seething celebrations from others.

I know sometimes we have to agree to disagree, but we have so much more at stake with this new "leader" of ours. This person who has been elected has every sickening characteristic of the man my mother married when I was five...a man who quite literally hijacked my childhood and was allowed to do so in a house where my mom didn't do her job as a parent.

Throughout this round of the slinging of the mud, with each degrading comment towards women and minorities, I was reminded of the same sick feeling of my childhood. And now we've selected him to be in charge of our country.


And then I found this, and it kind of resonated with me. If you've had the same hopeless feeling I have since around 8pm on Tuesday, then first of all, solidarity, y'all, and second of all, I hope this might help you as well. I felt like Pavlovitz put all of my feelings into a heart-felt essay, one that steals the words right out of my mind.

"I don’t think you understand us right now.
I think you think this is about politics.
I think you believe this is all just sour grapes; the crocodile tears of the losing locker room with the scoreboard going against us at the buzzer.
I can only tell you that you’re wrong. This is not about losing an election. This isn’t about not winning a contest. This is about two very different ways of seeing the world.
Hillary supporters believe in a diverse America; one where religion or skin color or sexual orientation or place of birth aren’t liabilities or deficiencies or moral defects. Her campaign was one of inclusion and connection and interdependency. It was about building bridges and breaking ceilings. It was about going high.
Trump supporters believe in a very selective America; one that is largely white and straight and Christian, and the voting verified this. Donald Trump has never made any assertions otherwise. He ran a campaign of fear and exclusion and isolation—and that’s the vision of the world those who voted for him have endorsed.
They have aligned with the wall-builder and the professed p*ssy-grabber, and they have co-signed his body of work, regardless of the reasons they give for their vote:
Every horrible thing Donald Trump ever said about women or Muslims or people of color has now been validated.
Every profanity-laced press conference and every call to bully protestors and every ignorant diatribe has been endorsed.
Every piece of anti-LGBTQ legislation Mike Pence has championed has been signed-off on.
Half of our country has declared these things acceptable, noble, American.
This is the disconnect and the source of our grief today. It isn’t a political defeat that we’re lamenting, it’s a defeat for Humanity.
We’re not angry that our candidate lost. We’re angry because our candidate’s losing means this country will be less safe, less kind, and less available to a huge segment of its population, and that’s just the truth.
Those who have always felt vulnerable are now left more so. Those whose voices have been silenced will be further quieted. Those who always felt marginalized will be pushed further to the periphery. Those who feared they were seen as inferior now have confirmation in actual percentages.
Those things have essentially been campaign promises of Donald Trump, and so many of our fellow citizens have said this is what they want too.
This has never been about politics.
This is not about one candidate over the other.
It’s not about one’s ideas over another’s.
It is not blue vs. red.
It’s not her emails vs. his bad language.
It’s not her dishonesty vs. his indecency.
It’s about overt racism and hostility toward minorities.
It’s about religion being weaponized.
It’s about crassness and vulgarity and disregard for women.
It’s about a barricaded, militarized, bully nation.
It’s about an unapologetic, open-faced ugliness.
And it is not only that these things have been ratified by our nation that grieve us; all this hatred, fear, racism, bigotry, and intolerance—it’s knowing that these things have been amen-ed by our neighbors, our families, our friends, those we work with and worship alongside. That is the most horrific thing of all. We now know how close this is.
It feels like living in enemy territory being here now, and there’s no way around that. We wake up today in a home we no longer recognize. We are grieving the loss of a place we used to love but no longer do. This may be America today but it is not the America we believe in or recognize or want.
This is not about a difference of political opinion, as that’s far too small to mourn over. It’s about a fundamental difference in how we view the worth of all people—not just those who look or talk or think or vote the way we do.
Grief always laments what might have been, the future we were robbed of, the tomorrow that we won’t get to see, and that is what we walk through today. As a nation we had an opportunity to affirm the beauty of our diversity this day, to choose ideas over sound bytes, to let everyone know they had a place at the table, to be the beacon of goodness and decency we imagine that we are—and we said no.
The Scriptures say that weeping endures for a night but joy comes in the morning. We can’t see that dawn coming any time soon.
And this is why we grieve"

By John Pavlovitz

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