The Election’s Aftermath And The Way Forward

I went to bed on Tuesday evening with still a faint glimmer of hope that the election results would turn around and prevent Trump’s election.  I saw the writing on the wall, but held on to that faint hope.  When I woke, I checked first thing and saw the results.  Since then I have been obsessively reading everything in reaction, all the think-pieces, all the click-bait, everything to try to make some sense of where we go from here.

I have not been inspired to join the protests because our system worked.  There is a certain amount of gaming of the system at the congressional level with gerrymandered districts, but that doesn’t come into play nearly as much in a presidential election.  And, although Clinton won the popular vote, just under half of Americans voted for Trump.  They also voted for Republican Congress and Senate candidates.  Now some of those people voted for him holding their noses, maybe a lot of them.  They were presented with two candidates that they did not like and chose the one most aligned with what they think is important.  My Facebook feed was filled with people complaining about the choice presented to them.  If they most often vote Republican, then they probably broke right with this choice as well.

To be clear, Mr. Trump is anathema to all I hold dear.  His rhetoric, if he is able to enact any of it, will diminish us as a country and cause real, irreparable damage to many people.  There are people who have kept xenophobic, racist, homophobic ideas hidden from public view for years who now see his rise to power as permission to bring those views out into the light of day.  Some of those people will now feel permission to act out against anyone who looks like whoever they are afraid of.  Mr. Trump’s rhetoric has poured gasoline on those embers.

Some portion of the half of the country who voted for Mr. Trump are fervent supporters who think he will save their way of life.  Another portion are single issue voters, for whom gun rights or abortion or some other concern overwhelms all other considerations.  I believe that is a short sighted way of choosing the person who represents the United States to the world, but it is not uncommon on both the left and the right.  Yet another portion are folks who saw a choice between two unpalatable candidates and chose who they thought would be the lesser of two evils.

If you look at the map of where people voted for whom, drilled down to counties, it is clear that the divide in our country is most clearly seen in the difference between city and country.  Throughout that swath of red in the middle of the country there were many pockets of blue, and they were all in and around cities.

2016 Presidential Election Votes by County
2016 Presidential Election Votes by County

Why is that?  Some of it is that when you live cheek by jowl with many different types of people, you are forced to see their humanity.  They are good and not so good just like you and yours.  More telling is that the struggles and fears of people who live in the country are different than the struggles and fears of people who live in the city.

I happen to live in a strange mixture of both.  I live near a major metropolitan area, but far enough away that the culture here is distinct.  My congressional district has a Republican representative, although there have been Democrats in the past and the Democratic challenger came close to unseating him this time, although my county is light red on the map above. I live surrounded by agriculture and the folks who live and work in the fields.  I understand the cries of farmers who just want to get on with their work without so much interference from big government.  I see that some of those regulations push small farmers out of business and favor large corporations with the resources to deal with the regulations.  On the other hand I respect the need to protect the people who work for the farmers and the consumers of their products.

Now we have a situation to deal with where the presidency, the House of Representatives and the Senate are all under Republican control.  They will have the power to enact legislation that we have been staving off for years.  There will most likely be a regression in our civil rights and the most vulnerable among us will be hurt.  So what do we do?   Do we protest in the streets?  Perhaps that will be useful, if only by keeping apathy from setting in.

I have to admit that I was not active this political season and really didn’t know what I could have done, living in California where there was never any question that Hillary would win.  Hillary didn’t exactly inspire me, but I was afraid of what the Donald could do if elected.  Like many people, I just couldn’t believe that there were enough people who would really choose him.  This has been a wake-up call for me, and I believe, for many others.  I am newly committed to act in the political sphere.  I have been silent, not wishing to deal with the high emotions generated by political opinion.  I take responsibility for my inaction and vow to do better moving forward.

Since Tuesday I have struggled with the question of what to do, in what way can I, a small voice in the wilderness, actually have an effect.  Here are some of my ideas: I will support organizations that fight for the rights of vulnerable people, I will become active in the political process both locally and on a larger stage.  I will work to make sure that the state legislature is Democratic for the next census so that the congressional districts are not drawn to favor Republicans.  This is what the Republicans did in 2010 and we can see the effect.

I will speak out, but I will do so in such a way as to invite a conversation.  I am hoping to open minds and bring people together.  I will educate by meeting people where they are and listening to their concerns.  I think that is the only way affect real and lasting change.  I will not hate.  I will not fall into the trap of demonizing the other.  It feels good, it feels righteous, but all it does is promote more hate, more fear.  I was struck by an interview I heard on NPR this week with Antoine Leiris, who wrote a book after his wife was killed in the Paris attack in 2014.  “You will not have my hate” is the most powerful idea I have come across this week.  It transfers clearly to this situation.  I see a lot of hate coming from the left by people who are suddenly confronted with their own vulnerability, who are desperately afraid that this country will turn against them and that their allies will sit silently while bad things happen.  I understand that fear, I feel it for my family, and for myself.  The trends are not going in the right direction.

I have watched, in my personal sphere, the social and political divide grow deeper and deeper.  The Black Lives Matter movement has sparked truly ugly reactions from otherwise reasonable people.  There is a lack of ability to imagine what someone from another group is going through.  People see the protests, and the inconvenience, and the disruption but not the reasons people are taking to the streets.  They see people angry with police, and don’t stop to think about the years of persistent prejudice and the system stacked against a person of color in our society.  They think that because they can go their whole life without knowing someone who has been arrested, and if they are arrested it is because they did something to deserve it, that the same dynamic is true everywhere and for everyone.

This election has placed in sharp relief the division in our society.  We must find a way to come together, or we will be torn apart.  We must be powerful advocates for the most vulnerable of our society, but advocate does not necessarily mean adversary.  Now I am not saying that an adversarial approach be verboten, I am just saying that we need to be careful to use that approach judiciously and where it might actually do some good.  I have admired the strategists from the right for many years, they are focused and take a long view.  The Democratic coalition has always been more inclusive, and as such, not nearly as focused, with priorities going in many different directions.

Perhaps this is the wake-up call we need to truly come together and act with purpose.  I hope that the current anger does not turn into despair and apathy.  “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”  My greatest fear is that we will slump into silence and apathy, and promise, for myself and my little corner of the world, to act.  I implore everyone out there to do the same, figure out a plan for yourself and what is most important to you, and act.  Rage, but don’t just lash out.  Rage with purpose and a plan.

 

Viva!

Today is Mexican Independence Day.  My husband and I stayed up long past my bedtime last night to watch the grito which we try to do each year.  The grito is a tradition at midnight on Independence Day where the Mexican president shouts the names of the heroes of the Mexican Revolution and the crowd shouts “Viva!” after each name.  There is significant pageantry and meaning to each gesture.  Here is a fun video that explains it in general.

I love pageantry and enjoy these types of ceremonies.  I also like to dissect them in detail, including the political implications since I find politics fascinating.  Then I sat down to write this morning and was having a hard time phrasing my thoughts.  I realized that this is one of those moments of intersectionality.  I have to be super careful about what I say because I am not a native of the culture.  In this context I am the other and my opinions, no matter how well informed, should not carry the same weight as a native of Mexico.  No matter how educated I make myself about the culture and politics of Mexico or the Mexican-American community, I cannot possibly see all the subtleties of the situation.

Any knowledge I have is that of an interested outsider.  What happens there does not really affect my life or my future except in a general way.  In some ways that allows me to be impartial and see the facts of the situation, as best as is possible from far away, but I know that I am missing a huge chunk of information as an outsider.

What I can say is that, even though there are myriad endemic problems in the country, the Mexican people genuinely love their country, want the best for the country, and have tremendous pride in who they are.  That is as it should be.  In the United States we have unrest and racial tension and protest, but what we need to realize is that those protesting are doing so because they want their country to be better.  Protest, no matter how offensive its form, is inherently hopeful.  It is people seeing an injustice and acting to fix it because they believe that their country can and should be better.  It is an act of love.  The opposite of love of country is indifference, not protest.  I am most frightened for the future when apathy and indifference become more and more the norm.

Today is a day of pride in the Mexican culture and pride in the people of Mexico.  Today let us celebrate the richness of Mexican culture and the beauty of it’s people.  Today we will have enchiladas rancheras for dinner and talk about Mexico and the history of the revolution at a level my son can understand.  We will also play music.

How do you celebrate with your kids?  How do you keep your culture vibrant for the next generation?  I will be exploring this idea more as the holidays approach and would love to hear your stories as well.

 

 

Thoughts on 9-11

This year is the fifteenth anniversary of 9-11 and most of my grown up life has happened in the shadow of that event.  On that day, America changed and we are just now really seeing those changes come home to roost.

I remember hearing about the first plane hitting the tower on the radio as I was driving to set up a charity event that morning.  We weren’t sure what had really happened, if it was just some random tragedy or what.  Then we arrived to the venue and began setting up as usual.  We were isolated in that bubble, going about our normal activities.  No one else came past the time we were expecting to see the event organizers, so we called the office and learned about the second plane and all of those implications.  We had to wait another hour before the event organizers finally called off the event.  It was an odd sort of limbo, where we knew there was something momentous happening in the world, but were cut off from it.  We then struck our equipment and headed back to the office.

My boss set up a TV and we were glued to that TV for the rest of the day.  I remember those initial images, before the more graphic ones were censored.  I remember seeing bodies falling, I remember watching the planes crash into the towers over and over again.  I remember the Pentagon and the other plane taken over and crashed by its passengers.  I remember that day with the same emotional force as the day my grandmother died.  It is seared in my memory, branded on my soul.

Immediately afterward I felt the need for revenge and a fierce patriotism.  How dared anyone attack us.  I fully supported bombing Afghanistan to smithereens.  I didn’t care who got killed, no one could attack us like that and get away with it.  They had poked the sleeping dragon and could very well deal with the consequences.  Our entire country went a little crazy in the wake of 9-11 and I was no different.

I came to earth rather quickly when evidence of that craziness manifested itself here at home.  When the USA Patriot Act passed and someone finally read the contents; when a list of songs banned from the radio came out because they were old war protest songs or mentioned New York and that would be too much for our delicate sensibilities; when the war expanded to Iraq for no clear reason; the political establishment was using the tragedy to consolidate power.

In the immediate wake of the attack, our entire country came together as one.  It didn’t matter what your racial or ethnic background, what your normal politics, we all felt attacked and there was an incredible amount of support within communities.  Later, that began to disintegrate and it seems like our collective anger, once denied its proper outlet, turned inward.

It is only after this time that the racial tensions began to escalate to the point where today we have a presidential candidate who can say horrible things about entire groups of people and not only get away with it, actually gain popularity because of it.  Yes, before 9-11 we had OJ Simpson and Rodney King and some places scattered throughout where the police forces were notorious.  However, and perhaps I was living in a bubble, but I didn’t see the deep, widespread racial hatred that manifests itself today.  That was something we read about in school and deplored.

I knew that there was prejudice and I knew that there was work to be done to reach equality.  I don’t want to discount those struggles in any way.  My husband experienced direct and blatant racism growing up in a small rural town.  For example, he was told by his high school counselor that his career options were the frozen food factory or the military.  Understand, he was an All American athlete and an A student and this person had no cognitive disconnect saying that.  This kind of thing happened often where he had to prove himself again and again in excess of what other kids had to do in order to gain the same respect.  So I am not saying that prejudice and racism didn’t exist, I know that it did.

What I am trying to express is that those thoughts, words, and actions were not socially acceptable in the larger society.  Speaking about fantasies of violence against any minority group, let alone any such actions, were almost universally deplored and were seen as the lunatic fringe.  Since 9-11 it has become OK to talk about hurting, kicking out, taking wholesale actions against entire groups of people.  I am a student of history and am very much reminded of the times our country has turned ugly.  I am reminded of the Japanese interment camps, of the Trail of Tears, and even of “No Irish Need Apply.”

I am frightened that we are sliding into another dark time in our country, one where horrible things will be done in the name of patriotism.  We have allowed so many freedoms to be stripped away and so many privacy violations in the name of security.  How far is too far?  At what point will our republic eat itself alive and devolve into an authoritarian regime?  It may not be as far off as one hopes.

I saw a meme today with a picture of the Twin Towers and the caption, “Never Forget. Never Forgive.”  I was deeply saddened by that caption, and more than a little frightened.  If we never forgive, we can never recover, we can never thrive.  If we never forgive we will perpetually be seeking revenge and perpetually be fueling the hatred that spawns acts of violence.  Our great country, and I do truly believe it is a wonderful and great country despite my concerns, could very easily follow the path of other nations that have chosen hatred and fear and have suffered immensely because of that choice.  I am specifically thinking of France, but also of Israel among others.

I am generally an optimistic person and I have great hope that we as a country will rise to respond in healing ways to the challenges of our time.  I am hoping that because the challenges are great, we will be able to come together to meet those challenges and to move toward healing rather than division.  It is a major reason I have become motivated to create this space in a little corner of the internet.  I am hoping to become a part of the solution, to promote understanding of the other, so that our differences don’t overshadow our shared humanity.  It has been fifteen years since a few fanatics changed the course of history on a sunny fall morning.  I hope, as we move farther from that fateful day and face decisions that will define who we are, that we can choose to see the humanity and the struggles of those whose culture is different from our own rather than just the otherness.

 

911 Tribute in Light Photo by Chris Schiffner (@ChrisSchiffner) http://www.schiffner.co
911 Tribute in Light
Photo by Chris Schiffner (@ChrisSchiffner) http://www.schiffner.co

911 Tribute in Light Photo by Chris Schiffner (@ChrisSchiffner) http://www.schiffner.com