(or The Only Thing We Have to Fear is…?)
For the past few weeks, I’ve been in a state of emotional paralysis. It started before Election Day, when the pundits and media were still re-assuring us of a Hillary victory, even though I feared, back then, that they weren’t telling us the whole truth. I clung to the New York Times and FiveThirtyEight and Rachel Maddow. I remember a feeling of relief well over me – relief! – that Rachel was hosting a show on the Sunday night before the election, so that we only had to get through Saturday without her calm presence and analysis and experts reassuring us that it was all going to be okay.
Since Election Day, I feel like I’ve been trapped in the opening sequence of the movie Groundhog Day. Every morning I wake up and it’s if my mind has to re-learn the fact that we have, actually, for real, in all seriousness, elected Donald Trump to be the next President of the United States. It’s as if my brain so completely cannot wrap itself around this fact that I have to forget it each and every night in order to go to sleep, then am forced to re-learn it every morning when I wake up and am confronted with this new reality. It’s everywhere and can’t be avoided – social media, old-fashioned media, the distraught faces of my fellow citizens of these great Northeastern States of America.
Before the election I had several blog posts in the works. Ideas, musings, even some sentences loosely constructed and strung together. But those thoughts are all blocked, and I have to get my thoughts on this election out before anything else can emerge. I’ve read and reacted to the thoughts and reflections of so many of my friends, who all make up my own “bubble” of kind, empathic, moral people. But I wanted to leave my own thoughts here.