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It was a rough day yesterday, but now is not the time to give up!
I saw the writing on the wall at about 8:45 P.M. on Tuesday night.
I was watching the election results come in on MSNBC. Hillary was trailing and the reporters were trying desperately to show how she could still potentially catch up and win.
But I wasn’t buying it.
I made the decision to turn off the TV and go to sleep.
My five-year-old woke me at 1:30 A.M. because she had to go to the bathroom. I did not check my phone to see if the election was decided. I had a feeling what my phone would tell me, and I wanted to enjoy a few more hours of blissful sleep.
Then I woke up for real (in more ways than one) on Tuesday morning. I put the TV on and saw that Donald Trump had won.
As the day went on, I trudged through the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
In just about 24 hours, I believe I am at the point of acceptance.
Yes, I am still heartbroken for those people who have to look to leadership from someone who belittled them. People like Muslims, Mexicans, those with disabilities, African-Americans, the LGBT community, women, etc. The list is endless.
After seeing the anti-Semitic graffiti that sprung up in Philadelphia since Trump’s victory, I fear that hatred like that will now be commonplace.
Because we elected a man who ran a campaign based on that very hatred. He capitalized on fear (of different skin colors, of different religions, of “the establishment”) and it led him to the presidency.
So be it.
I don’t see any sense complaining about it now, nor am I shocked about this happening. I think this country is getting the president that it deserves.
I just didn’t realize how many of my fellow Americans could view Hillary Clinton’s email server mistake as a greater transgression than Trump’s beliefs, statements, and actions regarding the marginalized members of society.
And that is the sad part.
I will accept it, though, while still holding out hope that Trump’s presidency won’t be a living nightmare.
I am buoyed by the fact throughout his public life, Trump has been an outrageous flip-flopper. I firmly believe that some of the things he said during his campaign were just for show.
I think he knew what to say to get the votes from certain segments of society, and he said it. For that reason only.
If the worst does happen and Trump is a horrific president who furthers the divide in our society, it’s only four years.
We can get through this.
The best thing I’ve read since all this happened is an article from New York Magazine.
It’s worth a read, but if you don’t, the gist is this– now is NOT the time to give up.
Change in America will come from the ground up. Get involved:
“You can become an abortion-clinic escort. You can show up to a Movement for Black Lives event. You can actually start paying attention to your local and state government. You can volunteer with an after-school tutoring program. You can become a consistent donor to an organization that’s been doing social-change work for a long time — long before you despaired about these election results and decided to really get serious about improving the country. Use the buddy system and recruit three despondent friends to do one or two of these things with you. And then actually do them.”
So that is my plan.
I spent last night searching for local volunteer opportunities on my county’s website to see where I can make a difference for those who need it most.
I urge you to do the same.