We’re coming up on a month since the election. So, where are we right now, today, right this minute? PEOTUS tweeting about Saturday Night Live’s parody about PEOTUS tweeting. ExxonMobil CEO Rex Tillerson now in the running for Secretary of State. HRC now up 2.6 million votes and 2%. Everyday I ask, what is this unreality we’re living in?
I need truth-bombs like this one from the brilliant mind of Rachel Federman at Last American Childhood. It’s an essay that beats like a drum, that rises off the page like a warrior cry. It is the necessary, urgent art of our time.
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The sun shone brightly on the golden foliage this election morning as I drove to my meet my mother at her polling station. We paused to take this picture, four generations, marking the first time in United States history we’ve been able to vote for a woman. We brought pictures of my grandmother, a portrait and a photo of her wearing a pantsuit. She was a woman who never rested, never stopped, and yet she exuded calm. Her spirit was there with us.
I wondered if I would cry today, but I did not. I felt a pure, soaring happiness. I smiled from ear to ear.
My social media feeds have been flooded with positive posts and stories, and not just from that secret Facebook group, but in general. It’s mesmerizing really, all these voices, all these stories. It turns out there’s been a silent majority counting the days, quietly waiting. Today is unrestrained joy.
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“To be a writer is to claim a voice, a hard thing for anyone schooled to silence… You step into the light on your own terms now, you claim the mic, telling the story you have come here to tell.” – Joy Castro, Island of Bones
When I began this project, it didn’t immediately occur to me I would be blogging during an election season, or what that would mean for my writing. Now, more than ever, I feel the need to raise my voice.
Over the last few years, I’ve slipped into the silent space of neutrality on social media. Rarely do I post on my own page. My activity is confined to wishing friends happy birthday, “liking” family photos, and scrolling past political and controversial posts. But in the current climate, it is impossible–it is irresponsible–to remain silent, to feign indifference for the sake of being polite.
This election is unlike any other. It is no longer about left or right wing politics, but preventing an unqualified, fear-mongering man from holding the nation’s highest office. A vote for Trump is a vote for racism, misogyny, homophobia, and xenophobia. It is a vote for ignorance and hatred. To remain silent is to be complicit with this dangerous and potentially deadly agenda.
I am raising my voice. And I encourage you to do the same.
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