She lived a good life
Protected and nurtured us
Now lost forever
Yet birds keep flying
The sun continues to shine
Heedless of her death
Our grief is immense
Life, though, continues apace
While this old world turns
I’ve been asked repeatedly today how I feel about Trump winning the election. Truthfully I feel like there has been a death in my immediate family. Ultimately I know we will be alright, but right now I’m experiencing a deep grief.
I spent a sleepless night in which my thoughts circled relentlessly like a dog chasing its tail, and I recalled reading Elisabeth Kübler-Ross’s book, On Death and Dying, in which she introduced the five stages of grief:
- denial,
- anger,
- bargaining,
- depression, and
- acceptance
From my psychiatry courses in college (where a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing) I remember that one can cycle through these stages in a variety of ways unique to each individual.
I ran through denial pretty quickly. The numbers were there. And while it was heartening to note that Hillary won the popular vote, Trump undeniably took the electoral college votes.
Anger is my current companion. I’m not angry at Trump or his supporters so much as I’m angry at their willful ignorance. They don’t care that he has no real plans to implement his policies. They like him because he’s not a career politician, and he isn’t politically correct.
I’m angry at the registered voters who just didn’t show up. I’m angry at those who used their votes to protest by voting for non-viable candidates. I’m angry at the subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle voter suppression tactics that were employed in several states.
I can’t imagine there’ll be much bargaining involved, but depression is anger’s little sister and I’m going to do everything in my power to avoid going down that rabbit hole. Today I smiled at everyone I saw and hugged a woman at work who supported Trump. Little steps.
Acceptance? That’s going to take awhile. But I won’t be like those conservatives who disrespected President Obama and actively rooted for his failure these past eight years. I’m going to support Trump as our president while continuing to fight for the rights of all those living in our country: health care, reproductive rights, racial and gender equality, etc.
I know other bloggers have addressed this much more eloquently than I, but I think the healing starts when we lay it all on the line. This piece was part of my healing process. Maybe it will help someone else along the way.
Peace, people.
I wish you well Leslie. For me, what with Brexit and now this, I shall let my wounds fester. I know no other way other than to feel angry insignificance. Truly, most truly, all very the best
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Between Brexit and Trump it’s as if the world has thrown up its hands and said, I give up!
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That’s about the strength of it!
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Amen.
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Most people I know didn’t sleep well last night. All I can say is we’ve gotta keep working for what we believe is good. I’m not at the acceptance stage yet, but I will get there.
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It will take some time.
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I know. Same here.
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This is as eloquent as it can get
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Thank you.
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A really good way of looking at it, Leslie
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Thank you. I’m still in shock, a bit. Crying at the drop of a hat.
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I thought about you, as Ohio made my consumption of bourbon soar and the score picked up the pour until only sunrise could shut it down. The meat of the matter is politics is all ground round. But take heart and step lively and don’t dwell but get down and dirty and with the coming mid-terms.
Regards,
Stuff Ballot
Number Crunch, Nevada
http://beltwayfanfiction.com
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I’m going to be fine. I’m, straight and white. Upper middle class. My husband has a great job with terrific benefits and a secure retirement. It was never about me. I’ll keep fighting.
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