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Current Events, Despair, election, Election Day 2018, Hope, Politics, Survival, Trump, USA
Carmen Herrara, Art in America
Recently, in a morbid mood, I told my husband that if the Democrats do not win back the House I would slit my throat.
I know, YIKES!
Even I was shocked by that imagery. But I remember grasping for something dire enough to describe how I felt. How such an outcome would signal the end of something I dearly love. How another two years of Trump unchecked would usher in “the end times,” the end of the United States as I know and love it.
And yet, I felt much the same way when President Bush won a second term, and I know Republicans felt that way when Obama won again. We each survived our defeats to fight over our differences once again, as we have down through the ages and will continue well into the future.
Our nation survived a Civil War, a Great Depression, Pearl Harbor, Hitler’s Holocaust, Vietnam, Watergate, 9-11, and the financial crash of 08. We will survive Trump, whether we win back the House or not.
And things will get better, as they always have in our strife to create a more perfect union.
Slowly over time we abolished slavery, gave women and Blacks the right to vote, ended child labor and won a 40-hour work week, desegregated schools and drinking fountains, ended the constant flow of litter beside our roadways, turned the yellow-smog skies of LA blue again.
Martin Luther King once said: ” The arc of history is long but it bends toward justice.”
Even emphasizing the LONG, and the achingly SLOW BEND, another two, or even six, years under Trump unchecked will not break us.
Or so I reassure myself. And steel myself for tomorrow: The Day After the Election.
Will there be a great Sigh of Blue Relief? Or a great Cry of Blue Despair?
Either way, the slow, sure bend toward the promise our Nation stands for will continue.
