Honestly, I’m not sure what there is to say other than that, but I will try.
I cannot believe – still – that man is president of this country.
I cannot believe that almost all of our family voted for him.
I cannot believe my fellow citizens think he is qualified to lead this country and that his cabinet officials are this bad.
I do believe it, but I wish it weren’t true.
Eight years ago, we watched Barack Obama’s first Inauguration as it snowed in NC and we were also celebrating finding out our baby was a boy. We were so proud of this country and what it had achieved by electing Obama. We felt like we were bringing our son into a more enlightened world.
And now, 7.5 years later, we have no snow – but maybe rain – and we are swearing in a man who at best makes me shake my head and at worst makes me exclaim, “WTF?” and, “we’re doomed.”
It has been a rough season. We heard our little boy tell us his classmates told him that Mexicans would take over our house if Trump wasn’t elected. After Election Day, he told us that he wasn’t surprised about the outcome because another classmate had told him what would happen. D is seven. SEVEN!
I don’t know how to live in this world. Family said over the holidays that surely Trump couldn’t be that bad because they had lived through their president being killed. What could be worse than that????
I keep telling myself that maybe he won’t be that bad. Maybe he is just a blowhard who has been using typical election techniques. Maybe we are making too much of his election.
I hope to God that is true. I cling to people who believe that this is all politics as normal. I hope my perspective is skewed. My fear and belief is that it is not.
I am terrified. Truly. My stomach has been in knots and I worry for our future.
Someone talk me down.
In the meantime, I’ll be doing what I can to keep democracy’s light burning.