Then I woke up this morning and see that it wasn’t a bad dream at all. It really happened.
And all I have to say is: “America, do you realize what you’ve done?”
I wrote yesterday that I hoped America chose well. I hoped that America would choose to embrace the light. I hoped America would choose inclusivity and hope and love.
Then I watched video feed of Trump supporters jumping up and down and maniacally shouting “lock her up, lock her up” when another state was called for Trump.
That’s not choosing love, people. That’s not choosing hope. That’s not choosing inclusivity or tolerance or the higher ground or selflessness or looking out for others or…I am fast running out of words.
And you know it’s bad when I run out of words.
Gracelyn was inconsolable last night. She’s seen through Donald Trump from the beginning. I didn’t even have to say anything. All she did was listen to his words. And his voice. She decided early on what she thought of him. And she learned early on what his plans (if they could be called that) are for the country.
So when it was almost over last night, she began crying and asked me “what are we going to do?”
I decided then and there I needed to be the adult in the room (because, you know, really, who else was it going to be? Hobbes the tiger that was also there?) and I wiped away her tears, wrapped my arms around her tightly and told her that “we will all be ok, it will all be ok.”
I lied. To my dearest, most precious daughter.
Because I do not truly believe it will be ok. I do not think this will end well for us. I do not think America’s best days are coming. I think we, and I have to say this collectively, have given the keys to the country to a misogynistic, racist, bullying megalomaniac. And to any Republicans in the supposed checks and balances part of the government, I would wish you luck. Any thought that you will be able to control Donald Trump is folderol. Truly. Simply that. He is a loose cannon. You created this. You will have to deal with it.
More comforting of the daughter this morning as she woke up and started crying when she realized, as I did, that last night was not a bad dream. I told her we have two choices:
Choice A would be to wallow in the sadness and despair and embrace the dark and the hate
Choice B would be to accept the outcome of last night, pick ourselves up, and head out with our heads held high and putting love out there at every opportunity. (This being the only real choice.)
I guess I did have some words after all. Not feeling too much happiness or hopefulness this morning, but we must put the best foot forward and believe that we can carry on, trying to be good examples of all that is right with this country.