I don’t know how long I’m going to want to examine the previous four years, at least as we climb our way out of this mud pit. Maybe when we’ve left the pit far enough behind us, we can talk about it on a walk between the oak trees, breathing air that we aren’t afraid is diseased.
I started a blog post about the beginnings of the Trump days, when any strong objection brought with it the label of derangement. I don’t feel like finishing it now, though. I’ll save it to come back to when my friends who need visas and green cards are past the worry. When the domestic terrorists are far enough underground, I’ll add some more words.
I do really like reading some takes on the recent past and how things are sure to change. Cheri Baker has a wonderfully expressive post about this transitional time.
These last four years have chipped away at my idealism, and my easy privilege, and my simplistic way of dividing people into “mostly good” and “a few bad.” Looking back from this vantage point, post-Trump, I can see that I’ve lost friends. Not in a dramatic fashion. But time will bear out what my heart already knows.
I highly recommend reading the whole thing. Hopefully you have a few minutes.
For now, I’ll let others document where we are and where we’ve been, and speculate about where we are going. I’ll keep my head down, with my eyes on my feet, to make sure they are moving in the right direction.