Donald J. Trump is going to be sworn in as the President of the United States.
I know. I know. I know.
So much has been thrown at us in the last two years. What am I thinking? In the last two days.
Is Russia the Puppet Master of all of this? Is Trump seriously going after a Civil Rights Activist for speaking his mind?
I'm just trying to block out the pee stuff.
Is any of this legal? Are we powerless to stop it? Do we find ourselves at this terrifying precipice over an email server??
I haven't written since early November because I've been at a loss- for words, for empathy, for hope. It has taken all my training to compartmentalize with my patients, and all my personal growth to turn the news off when I start yelling at the anchor. I'm trying to maintain perspective in what seem like upside down times. Some days are better than others.
By my estimation, the next four years, will be a never ending version of the Celebrity Apprentice, with Conservative, mostly white, wealthy men crafting the agenda. Flattery will get you everywhere, dissent will get you called a "fat, ugly pig" on Twitter and your name placed on a list, at best.
Maybe we avoid a horrific catastrophe and he does pull it off; America becomes the Corporation that Republicans so desire- free from the messy business of living -- "You got problems- sort them out in your own time. We're making money over here."
So, as I fundamentally disagree with the incoming Administration, I'm heading to Miami on January 21st to march in protest and peace with other women and allies. I'm going because I need to feel that positive energy around me--to not feel so alone in my horror at the disregard for dignity and honesty. I want to be around those who can transform, nurture and create. I want to remind myself that racism, sexism, homophobia, and xenophobia are not policy platforms of a free society, nor is being an asshole a political position.
At the heart of my protestations is disappointment. This is not the country I thought I would be living in at 42 years of age. America, circa 2017, is not the shining example of Democracy my family wanted to be a part of in 1979. Progress should move us forward, not backwards, right?
Progressives, and by that I only mean people capable of taking in new information and admitting when they have been wrong, are trying to get to the next level of our evolution, but it's as if we are burdened with a Trump Supporter (to generalize a demographic I don't fully understand) anchoring their misinformed ignorance and obstinate resistance to our heels. You're slowing us down, people!! I can still see tuition free college and universal health care in the distance if I squint.
So that is why I'm marching on Saturday. Because I have to keep moving forward. Even if the winds of change are polluted with the debris of dissent. I stand with the Resistance because I won't stop trying to be better than I was yesterday.
Please join me.
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