I stamped my feet, I cried, I had my temper tantrum. I shared my vulnerability on social media in the morning and my feelings were validated as they were treated as inferior because my feelings belong to the feminine experience. And we are officially the lesser. It was declared two days ago.
This is the post I drafted yesterday over lunch:
I am in a good place, given all that has happened in the last 24 hours.
I am white, cisgendered, straight.
But I am a non-Christian woman.
I cry sorrow for all my fellow Americans who are non-white. I’m sorry.
I cry for all my fellow Americans who are transgender. I’m sorry.
I cry for all my fellow Americans who are not straight. I’m sorry.
I cry for myself, my children, and all my fellow Americans who are non-Christian. I’m sorry.
I cry for myself, my daughter, and all my fellow countrywomen. I’m sorry.
We will band together, we will move forward. We will get past this. We will not let this keep us down. Today is a day for mourning. Let us come together and stand tall. Do not fall trap to the hate. Hate, violence, burning, and anger. Despite losing the first leg of this journey, peace and love will always win.
Today, at least in NC, it is raining. Fitting for the moods of everyone I know. Fitting for the let down we all feel.
As Hubby says, the Republicans can’t get out of their own way in relation to the traditional folks, the evangelicals, and the TEA party. I held onto the hope from all of the sources and all of the polls and all of the in the knows that this could never possibly happen. But it did. I was scared last night, I’m terrified now. I’m keeping my finger in the pulse and I am ready to leave everything behind for the safety of my daughter. I cried this morning at the thought of having to raise her in this environment, at the thought of her elected leader thinking nothing of women. I am ready to run and seek refuge elsewhere as needed. But for the immediate moment, I stand in peaceful protest against the hate that has lead us here.
Here is some bit of truth that has been circulating.
This has never been about politics.
This is not about one candidate over the other.
It’s not about one’s ideas over another’s.
It is not blue vs. red.
It’s not her emails vs. his bad language.
It’s not her dishonesty vs. his indecency.
It’s about overt racism and hostility toward minorities.
It’s about religion being weaponized.
It’s about crassness and vulgarity and disregard for women.
It’s about a barricaded, militarized, bully nation.
It’s about an unapologetic, open-faced ugliness.
I saw the ugliness that has been unleashed on the country, which caused me to fear.
Then I saw the elegance and strength that was shared to Facebook by a fellow Magick Circle sister.
…I’ve known that women are not equal to men in this country. I’ve known it due to a lot of personal experiences, but I’ve seen it everywhere, from when I was a child until now. People have told me “women are equal now” over and over again, even though three women are murdered by their male partners every day, and are raped and then blamed for it repeatedly and without question. Last night a self-admitted assaulter of women was elected to our highest office, defeating the most highly qualified candidate I’ve seen in my lifetime who is also a woman. We are not equal. We have never been equal. And now violent abusers of woman just got permission to go about their merry way. It’s time to join the fight ladies. Because if it’s not already at your door, I get the feeling that it’s about to be. #standingstrong#unafraid #samefightdifferentcentury
Last night, I called on my inner shield maiden, and I stood in my kitchen and declared to Hubby that it is not OK. I told him voting is obviously not enough.
I need to do something about it. I need to stand my ground and I need to pitch in and do my part. I don’t have a plan yet. I’m not there yet. I still have two-ish months to enjoy my president, the first president whom I voted for who became president. The first president who spoke to me about the needs I see in the community around me. I will relish in these last two months. I will do more next time, because just voting was not enough.