Angry: NaBloPoMo Day 9
Like so many others, I’ve spent the last 24 hours in shock, anger and deep sadness. I never thought I’d be one to cry over politics, but my face was wet with hot tears many times today. Today, I let myself feel it all, especially the anger.
- I’m angry that 80% of Christians elected a man who in no way shows Christ to the world.
- I’m angry that my daughter will turn 4 years old on the very day Trump is sworn into office: a man whose own words have over and over again degraded her gender.
- I’m angry that America’s first black president will be succeeded by a president endorsed by the KKK.
- I’m angry that so many consider this a victory for the unborn, when there is no evidence that Trump is pro-life, but there is overwhelming evidence that he sees little value in many, many lives who are already here.
- I’m angry that immigrants, Muslims and blacks have been stereotyped and used as political props instead of acknowledged as REAL PEOPLE
- I’m angry for my friend who is terrified her special needs children will lose their medical coverage.
- I’m angry for my friend whose five year old child, who is black, said “Donald Trump doesn’t like families like ours.”
- I’m angry that I have many, many other friends who are genuinely fearful as to what this means for their families, marriages, and access to medical care.
- I’m angry for those who had to explain to their children this morning that their country chose a bully as the winner of the election. I’m feel both relief and guilt that my children are too young to have to discuss this.
- I’m angry with all the “God is in control” rhetoric that is everywhere today. Yes, that’s true, but it doesn’t erase the hurt that so many marginalized people are feeling. God’s control doesn’t stop people from making horrible decisions that horribly affect people’s lives.
- I’m angry that white privilege is so prevalent in my community, and yet so many are so naïve to the implications of that privilege.
I know I can’t live, or survive, in this anger. Despite my emotions, Donald Trump is going to be President in January. Nothing I say or feel will change that. Tomorrow, I hope to turn this anger into more resolve to make an impact where I can: in my home, for my friends, and in my community.