I went to bed early on November 8th, 2016. Content with the thought of the first female president leading the United States into an era of greatness. I felt excited, albeit a little smug that despite all of the media controversy that had embroiled Hillary Clinton’s campaign for president, the day was finally here, and we would show backwards Republicans what the American people really want.
My alarm went off at 7:00 am on November 9th and my life changed forever.
Donald Trump had won the election to become the 45th president of the United States. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. Was I still asleep and having a stress dream? The man who was caught on tape talking about grabbing women by the pussy and the man who openly mocked a disabled reporter and the man who’s mouth looks like a tight butt hole was now the leader of the free world. This seemed wholly impossible. There absolutely must be a glitch in the tallies. The absentee ballots will rectify this. We must have had cyber attacks on polling stations, because this just could not be.
But it was, and it is.
I cried the entire day. I cried at home, I cried on the subway on my way to work along with many other fellow strap hangers. I cried at work with my co-workers, I cried with my husband, I cried on the phone with my parents and my brother. I have never cried more in my life. I cried because I have never felt more terrified and powerless in my entire life. I knew that my life, and the lives of so many people I know (as well as millions that I don’t know) were about to get worse. That is a feeling that so many people carry around with them all the time, and I have had the privilege, despite being a woman, of never truly having that feeling up until this point.
This has been a HUGE wake up call for me. Even though I have spent the majority of my adult career and education working in community service industries, I have been largely shielded from the experiences and lives of those who are suffering. I want to use this as an opportunity to try to rectify some of that ignorance, become actively engaged in real efforts to promote positive change, stop accepting passivity as acceptable, and work hard to make my community, my city, and my country a better place. What this means for me is spending my full time and effort working against the Trump administration and supporters of his policies.
I started this blog to catalog every single day of the next 4 years and talk about what is going on in my life, in the country, and how those two things intersect. I want to document the various ways that I am working to resist Trump and show that resistance can exist on many different levels–many of which are very accessible with little to no resources. I want to highlight the problems that currently exist with policies in place and show how understanding the experiences of others by looking through a new lens helps enrich and inform my understanding of the world.