Wow. Yeah, that happened. I kept thinking (praying) that when the sun rose Wednesday morning, Ashton Kutcher would announce the world’s largest punk ever. We’d laugh, shake our fist at him and breath a huge sigh of relief. But we weren’t punk’d. This wasn’t a dream. Or a test. This was real, scary real. I hurt so much right now. My original post for today seemed trite. And wrong. I wanted to stay in bed and weep for the world. But lying there, with my cat, Max, pressed against me, I realized my silence only helps hate continue to win.
I dragged myself out of bed and sat down at my computer, feeling completely overwhelmed and unsure. And very, very alone in my pain. But then I started reading. While certainly some people cheered his win, many, many people didn’t. And they were being vocal about it. Words from Michael, Jenn, Jana, Alyssa, Rebecca Jo and Louise brought comfort to me. Gave me hope, strength and resolve.
We lost the battle on November 8, but the war is just beginning (I feel like Frodo). I will not sit idly by and gave hate a blank check. Next week, I’ll share more of my thoughts and hopes and plans, but today, grief keeps words strangled in my throat, all bitter and acidic. But I want to rise above, to “go high when they go low”, so instead I give you this:
I remind myself that the world is very different than it was in the 1920’s as the Nazi party came into power. Hate still exists, likely always will, but we also know the high cost and will not be silent. Nor forget the price of our silence.
I will not kneel either. And hope you won’t either.
And yes, I see the irony in the first avenger coming to aid against a tyrant is Captain America. I also know that America has been a beacon of hope and will always be so.
P.S. It’s 90+ degrees today in LA, which means Hell hath truly frozen over. Or you know, climate change is real and not made-up.