I am a bit torn about the blog today, and probably for a few more days. Do I write about what is in my head and heart and in yours, too? Or do I resume knit blogging as though life is normal again?
No. As soon as I typed that previous sentence I knew that life is NOT normal again. Life for me may go one more-or-less as usual, but for anyone who is not a straight white Christian male, life has become very scary.
In my own largely straight white Christian community, what can I do to support those who do not have my luxury? I shall do what I can. Yesterday I set up monthly donations to the ACLU and the Southern Poverty Law Center, both of which fight hate and discrimination and fight for the rights of everyone. Oh, I have contributed before but this is different; on Tuesday half the voters in the US chose a racist narcissistic misogynist to lead our county. Now we need the efforts of those rights organizations more than ever. Today I shall set up a monthly donation to Planned Parenthood, which is probably looking at losing a bunch of funding.
I am lucky to be able to help in this way. It does not feel like enough, though; I must force myself to speak up when others say terrible things, even in jest. I must force myself out of my comfort zone when necessary. Will I do it? I hope I can count on myself not to chicken out. There are people who are and will be suffering because of what happened on Tuesday. they deserve my support.
There is absolutely nothing good about how the election turned out in my county or my state. Our natural beauty is at risk because the pro-business candidates won. Wisconsin is bought and paid for. Big Money owns the governor, both houses of the legislature, and the Supreme Court; we have no checks nor balances here. Given the outcome of the national elections, we the people have lost the checks and balances in Washington, too; a crazy man in the White House, both houses of Congress ruled by his party, and a 4-4 Supreme Court waiting the the crazy man to appoint the ninth justice.
A blog post from a local teacher who is more eloquent and thoughtful than I.
What does the future hold?
Edited to add: Here’s a photo of smiling Milady to brighten your day.