Oh My God – I’m so angry. Oh My God – I’m so hurt. Oh My God – I’m so afraid.
I am so certain. I am so right. I am so passionate. I am so hate-filled.
Oh My God – I am so wrong.
Oh My God – I’m so angry. Oh My God – I’m so hurt. Oh My God – I’m so afraid.
I am so certain. I am so right. I am so passionate. I am so hate-filled.
Oh My God – I am so wrong.
Trump encouraged his followers to march on the Capital building.
They took his encouragement and overran that building, holding nearly all of the federal lawmakers, including the Vice President of the United States, hostage. They shut down the business of our government and put those sworn to protect our lawmakers at risk FOR NO REASON having to do with governing our country.
The ideals of our nation were put asunder and chaos reigned in our country’s capital city.
Insurrection. Sedition. Seige. Treason. Assault. Hostage. Coup.
These are words that accurately reflect the activities of American citizens who are unwilling to accept the outcome of a legally challenged national election. Well…not exactly, they are only protesting part of the outcome. They want a little do-over for the president part.
No matter how you color it…our government was shut down today at the behest of the sitting president.
If you still support him after this. Fuck you.
Really. Just fuck you. I got nothin’ for ya’.
I know Biden is not quite across the finish line, but…the outcome for the country is clear. We are divided nearly in half. I had a couple of thoughts about the US divide in the1700s, the 1860s and the US divide today. At the time of the first Continental Congress meeting in Philadelphia they believed slavery to be an economic problem. Then, in the days of Lincoln, they demanded the same. But by then, so many Americans had changed their thinking; they understood that white citizens were abusing and slaughtering black citizens – denying human beings basic rights called for in our very own Declaration of Independence.
It’s November 2 – tomorrow the United States Constitution will be challenged in a way it has not been since the Civil War…and I have lost faith in those who have sworn to uphold it.
I am so fucking angry, sick, appalled, infuriated, stunned and ashamed about Jacob and Breanna and George and Atatiana and Sandra and Stephon and Botham and Philando and Akai and Eric and Tamir and Tanisha and…
Truthfully, I can’t breathe for the pain in my heart.
On March 11 of this year we were planning a birthday party for my husband (13th) I had hired someone to Spring clean the house; off to the doctor for my regular blood draw to check my thyroid – then home to wrap gifts, order the cakes, etc. etc. etc. Except as I was leaving the doctor’s office, I didn’t feel so good.
When she was 12 and staying with us for several weeks that summer, she asked me if she could get a haircut. She wanted a big change – “Cut it all off!” she said. I asked her to pick some photos, “so we can show the stylist what you’re looking for”. The pictures were not just of short hair styles – but radical – more like boy cuts than short women cuts. I was a little shocked – and asked her to double check the cut with her mom and to maybe back off on the extremity a bit. I was not paying attention. I was a step-mom with very little time in the job – and was so worried about not screwing up – that I wasn’t paying attention.
…but I don’t have to live each day taking that into consideration. I don’t believe my life is at risk if I am not respectful to law enforcement. In fact, I don’t even flinch when I see a patrol car. I’m not aware of half of the things I take for granted as a white woman in this world.
I am white and I am not aware of it most of the time. Today I’m trying to see the white race – and although it’s painful, often horrifying, I truly believe that is an important step in respecting all people.
My mom is 78 and lives with my husband and me. She is almost independent – but has some physical issues (COPD and peripheral neuropathy primarily) that makes living with us is better for her (and my peace of mind) than her living alone.
She struggles with things that continue to surprise to me. I am trying to take note of the things that I may need to be aware of and prepare for before my elder years.
Absolutely, I could be updating you every single day – with fears, revelations and pictures of my dogs, sleeping. There are a couple reasons for my silence.