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Friday I wept.
I grieved for my American friends, who, it feels, lost so much that day. I wept for my American sisters, who have endured a long hard war against them and who, yesterday, had suffered a grave defeat. I mourned for the Muslims of America, who now face the prospect of a registry not at all unlike that the preceded the holocaust in Germany. I grieved for the children, the fathers and sons, mothers and daughters who will, almost overnight, lose their chance at a full life with the repeal of life-saving health care insurance. I even sobbed for those poor fools who voted for the party that will strip them of everything.
I wept for the world, who may well not survive the next four years without a global war.
Saturday changed me.
Saturday, I was uplifted. I was inspired. I was happy. I was hopeful.
Things are not good. I literally just read a Twitter thread that noted that the new administration has deleted an article that is 6years old. The article was talking about America's role in the UN. I'm not joking. Click the link. Read the thread.
Things are going to get really, really bad, I am convinced. This "alternative facts" nonsense scares me. That people are willing to accept that rubbish terrifies me. The stripping of healthcare and a large number of policies designed to keep people so poor that they have no time or energy left for healthy democracy or resistance to tyranny upsets me.
We are in for a rough time.
But Saturday showed me that people are not taking that lying down. They're willing to march. It's not much, but it's something. And it's something I hope will carry forward when the fighting gets rough. And it will get rough.
I hope that the belligerence and incredulousness and bloody-mindedness carries over. We'll need it.
But after Saturday, I believe it can be done.
Look for the light. When times get dark, you will always find flashes of light. If you cannot see it, become it.
We will need you.
Good luck, America. Good luck, World. I'm here with you.
Ciao.
I grieved for my American friends, who, it feels, lost so much that day. I wept for my American sisters, who have endured a long hard war against them and who, yesterday, had suffered a grave defeat. I mourned for the Muslims of America, who now face the prospect of a registry not at all unlike that the preceded the holocaust in Germany. I grieved for the children, the fathers and sons, mothers and daughters who will, almost overnight, lose their chance at a full life with the repeal of life-saving health care insurance. I even sobbed for those poor fools who voted for the party that will strip them of everything.
I wept for the world, who may well not survive the next four years without a global war.
Saturday changed me.
Saturday, I was uplifted. I was inspired. I was happy. I was hopeful.
Things are not good. I literally just read a Twitter thread that noted that the new administration has deleted an article that is 6years old. The article was talking about America's role in the UN. I'm not joking. Click the link. Read the thread.
Things are going to get really, really bad, I am convinced. This "alternative facts" nonsense scares me. That people are willing to accept that rubbish terrifies me. The stripping of healthcare and a large number of policies designed to keep people so poor that they have no time or energy left for healthy democracy or resistance to tyranny upsets me.
We are in for a rough time.
But Saturday showed me that people are not taking that lying down. They're willing to march. It's not much, but it's something. And it's something I hope will carry forward when the fighting gets rough. And it will get rough.
I hope that the belligerence and incredulousness and bloody-mindedness carries over. We'll need it.
But after Saturday, I believe it can be done.
Look for the light. When times get dark, you will always find flashes of light. If you cannot see it, become it.
We will need you.
Good luck, America. Good luck, World. I'm here with you.
Ciao.
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