In Missouri and Indiana where I spent most of my life, fierce electrical storms crowd late March and early April—some wild enough to portend the end of the world to a woman caught in the boom and blaze show before the downpour.
That is what the election felt like the night of November 8.
I awakened November 9 determined to welcome spring.
Two fresh green shoots:
1. Money alone cannot buy elections. “How Trump won by spending half as much money as Clinton.” USA Today, Nov. 10,2016
Just when we thought Citizens United had made cash king
2. The people, yes. Nothing can stop the people
Death was in the air.
So was birth.
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people march: “Where to? what next?”
An excerpt from Carl Sandberg’s book length poem, The People, Yes written in 1936 when I was four years old and the Great Depression was going on eight.
Both Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump tapped into a surge of discontent and longing from “the people.” I suspect Bernie could have ridden that sea of discontent to the presidency. Instead, Trump did.
Responses from people I trust:
Daughter Meta: time to go local. Run for school board.
Friend Susie Nace: One party now controls all three branches of government. FINALLY, action. And with it, accountability.
Companions at Demos on election night
It’s all about education. We guarantee a dumbed-down electorate when we provide quality education only to those who can pay for it. Plus Grace and/or George’s Dylan quote:
“We’re idiots, babe. It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves.” Bob Dylan lyric, 1974
The Guardian article and the Vance book help to understand the Trump vote.
Paul Beatty’s can’t put it down novel confronted this privileged white woman with systemic racism.
How welcome spring?
With open eyes. Open mind. Open heart. And ready to act
“Before President Trump, we fetch wood and carry water. We also build resilient communities, model new futures, create new enterprises, produce more delicious food, support each other, build connections. We speak truth to power in calling out the absurdity of assuming economic growth and increasing emissions on a finite and ailing planet. We reimagine and rebuild local economies, scaling up our efforts, we weave imagination and playfulness through all that we do, work to meet our communities’ needs rather than those of big business, we resist racism, xenophobia and discrimination. We invest differently, tell new stories, celebrate together. ”
J.D. Vance, Hillbilly Elegy; A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis
Paul Beatty, The Sellout: A Novel