I’m back. For a little while, at least.
I won’t lie. This election was deeply unsettling and upsetting. For the first time in a long while, I was reminded that I was _not_ an American, i.e. a caucasian-American, but merely the other. If not the intruder or the unwanted, then at the very least, the not-worth-giving-a-damn.
I am lucky and thankful that my ethnicity, my location, and my community have spared me from the outbursts of racist vitriol happening across the country. We have sown with indifference to and normalization of racist, sexist, and xenophobic language and images; and emboldened hate-mongers are the whirlwind that we must now reap. And in horrific non-irony, it is the GOP that has sown, but it is minorities and women upon whom the whirlwind has descended. I pray that these hate crimes do not continue, and I do hope and believe that the majority of Trump voters condemn these events as well. But even if the veneer of respectability were to be restored again, the festering underbelly of racism and sexism in this country has been made plain for all to see, as well as our adamant refusal to actually grapple with it.
To be honest, I don’t know what to do with what I’m feeling and how to channel it. Or even know what exactly what it is. So even though it feels a bit self-indulgent, perhaps it is time for me to dust off ye ole blog for now. To process, to post, and to journey alongside of others.