Amidst the never-ending flood of bad news, there are always good people doing good things, and voicing the words that need to be heard.
Today, the words come from Ben Joravsky, a journalist for the Chicago Reader who shares my sentiments on a lot of topics including Rahm, TIFs, and Chicago’s education situation. Seriously I love this guy and he’s one of the few people in the media who I trust to write the truth. He does a “thing” at The Hideout called First Tuesdays which I am dying to go to but haven’t been able to make it yet. (Dana, pencil it in for January)
Today I am extremely grateful for his latest article about Chicago’s Trump Resistance which awkwardly touches on one of my least favorite politicians (Rahm) doing the right thing (Sanctuary City). Weird, right?
In related news, I’m going to start reading One Man Against The World tonight, since I’m a firm believer that we will learn from our mistakes and that history does not need to repeat itself.
A week ago today, I was living in a tense but hopeful state, anxious for the election, but confident that Trump would not win.
Now, our country is reeling from an unprecedented election, struggling to make sense of the new normal. Every day that passes brings news of assaults, attacks, and brutal treatment of minorities across the country. The media is issuing Breaking News alerts right and left, every time a new and even more disgusting politician is appointed, or our president elect makes another poor choice. It is so so so important that we don’t hide from this negativity, but we stay informed and educated on the choices being made in our government. There are endless ways of staying informed, and for me, Twitter is the source that is easiest and most convenient. Here are some of the most powerful articles I’ve read this week:
You never know what exactly that “thing” will be that splits your life into Before and After, until it happens. You never fully appreciated how lucky you were to be living in the Before until here you are in the After and there’s no going back.
Today is Day Two of the After.
Yesterday was Day One. It was a day of tears and fear and disbelief for so many people. I was in a blissful state of shock when I woke up until I saw a black man sobbing on my way to work and it hit me. No matter how scared I might be, he has every right to be more so. The more I read, the more people I talked to, the more I wrote, I understood the enormity of what this decision means to our futures. I was overwhelmed by emotion, and spent every minute of the day trying to comprehend what this could mean. I was driving myself crazy running through every worst case scenario, each of my thoughts snowballing into 20 more. I was only grounded after talking to Jayden, and realizing that we need to maintain some kind of solid ground for our kids, and not let them see our fear. I can’t let him know that I wonder if he’ll be in an internment camp, or if the wall will be built, or if there will be a civil war. I have to remind him to have faith that there are good people in the world who will come together to fight for what is right. We cannot spend our lives wondering What If. Instead, we move on, putting one foot in front of the other, being the best person we can be for ourselves and everyone around us.
Today is Day Two. I’m able to set my emotions aside and read and learn more about what this actually means for our country. I’m reading about the implications of this presidency on healthcare, minorities, the economy, safety, education. Today I’m reading reports of hate crimes on women and men of color and who are LGBT. I’m reading articles from teachers whose kids came in crying because they are scared their family will be hurt. My heart aches for our country, but at the same time I’m full of pride and hope seeing pictures of peaceful protests around the country and reminding myself that I am not alone in this fight. Hilary won the popular vote. We are stronger than Trump. We are stronger than hate. We will not sit quietly and let our friends and family be treated like they are anything less than equal. None of us know what this fight will be or how we will play our part, but we are all ready when the time comes.
More than anything, I am terrified of what I don’t know.