This post was originally published on Medium on November 11, 2016.
This is not OK.
I know you want it to be. I know you are hopeful that it will be. But it is not OK. It will not be OK. I can’t pretend that it will be.
You want me to move on. You want me to just accept it. I can’t.
I can’t utter that man’s name and follow it with the words “President Elect”. I can’t watch the effort to normalize this election and the transfer of powers on cable news. I can’t do it.
I know you need to move on, and that is OK. You need to have hope. You need to accept the way things are. You need to play the hand that you are dealt, accept defeat and try to make the best of it.
You need cute kitten videos on your Facebook, not my dour pessimism.
As far as I am concerned, though, there is no “best of it”. There is no way to make lemonade out of this poisonous lemon.
Everything about this election is wrong. As Harry Reid said, this does not feel like America.
“The election of Donald Trump has emboldened the forces of hate and bigotry in America. White nationalists, Vladimir Putin and ISIS are celebrating Donald Trump’s victory, while innocent, law-abiding Americans are wracked with fear — especially African Americans, Hispanic Americans, Muslim Americans, LGBT Americans and Asian Americans. Watching white nationalists celebrate while innocent Americans cry tears of fear does not feel like America.” ~ Harry Reid, US Senate minority leader
I presume that there is no remedy for this. Outside of the long shot effort to get Electoral College delegates to vote against the will of voters, we are stuck with this mess that we have created. Hopeful expectations that the man and his minions will change are naïve and they leave us vulnerable. No doubt he will resign or be impeached due to his sheer incompetence at some point, but how much damage will be done before that happens?
I won’t pretend. I am going to be that friend who resists every aspect of this, and I will probably annoy you. I am sorry. I just can’t deny reality.
I need to play the hand that I have been dealt, and this is my play.
I face a creative challenge at this point in my life. How do I resist the forces of hate that have been given credence in this election, yet still be an agent of forward change? How do I promote justice for all, when I disdain those who have put this man in office? How can I remain open to learning and creating when I feel the desire to build walls against this?
I don’t have these answers. It is now my mission to find them.
Because this is not OK. And I have to be a part of the movement to make things OK.