Understanding how, and even sometimes why, sexism and racism and islamophobia and homophobia and xenophobia and fear-mongering have shaped my country and the world still, still left me unprepared for the sucker-punch of Hillary Clinton losing to tangerine Voldemort and his disgusting cabinet of horrors. November 8, 2016 was one of the darkest days in American history, and I am terrified.
While part of me wants to curl up into a ball and give up on this disaster, a place deeper inside me is preparing to fight harder than I ever have before. Fight harder to protect the earth, fight harder to eradicate racism and violence against people of color, fight harder for LGBTQ+ rights, fight harder for my right to choose, fight harder for immigrant rights, fight harder to advocate for refugees, fight harder for healthy discourse, fight harder, always, always harder, for peace.
I have to believe that change; real, lasting change, is still possible, and that I too can be key in the making of a more-just world. Even now, when, for the first time in all my life, that truly feels almost impossible.
Today I am grieving my angry, confused, and terrifying country. Tomorrow, and the next day, and all the days that follow, I’m fucking fighting for it.
To get started:
Electoral College: Make Hillary Clinton President
Donald Trump Will Be President: Here’s What We Do Next
A List of Pro-Women, Pro-Immigrant, Pro-Earth, Anti-Bigotry Organizations That Need Your Support
6 Women Who Did Shatter the Glass Ceiling
Obama Moves to Protect Planned Parenthood Funding, Permanently
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