My Reaction to Trump Presidency: Fear and Hope
What a surprise, and not a pleasant one. The election results are about to be in. It looks like D. J. Trump may just end up becoming our next president. That is terrifying, makes me nervous. I will probably still sleep tonight, though not calmly. This is one of those realities that take a few days, perhaps weeks and months to process.
Officially, the results aren't in yet, but the New York Times is reporting a 92% chance Trump wins. To my mind, I am already imagining this reality. The Young Turks are covering this election live. They are hitting the panic button. They look despondently into the camera. Cenk curses more than a few times. They shake their heads. I think this is all starting to sink in.
No one knows what will happen after this election. But I know it won't be good. Part of me wants to believe that life will go on as usual. No egregious changes. My life had been relatively insulated from politics, as far as I know. Because my parents were middle-class, didn't need to rely on governmental programs, were insured by their companies and so relied on their private employers. They put me through elementary school, middle school, high school and college. I survived the Bush Administration, weathered the two Obama presidencies without having to grapple with the issues facing everyday Americans, such as college loan debt, car insurance, medical insurance, pro-choice, unemployment funds. As of recent, I worry about basic things such as rent and food. That does put a corset on things, tightening my wallet and causing me to always be weighing my budget. However, I have been lucky not to have vital concerns, life or death concerns, worries that cause me not to sleep at night.
My concerns are not trivial but they are not going to give me nightmares. I worry about how to improve my skills to get a better job. I worry about how to find my purpose in life. I worry if my writing is good enough to be employable. I worry about how to keep my friendships, how to maintain my family relationships.
They have been important, but they are also not issues that society gets in the way of, there are not police arresting me on the basis of my race, there is not a law that says I may have to risk my life to carry through with a life-threatening pregnancy.
I have had pretty good luck. I have been privileged.
Perhaps no longer.
This presidency will throw this nation into turmoil. It will probably eat away at these privileges I have not savored. It will probably create new problems in my life, real problems. The outward racism of this President, now vindicated by this election. The attitudes toward women, about grabbing them by the pussy, now vindicated. As a minority woman, I don't feel too safe anymore. I don't think I will experience anything of to gripe about overnight, but over time who knows? There will be months after this. This long upcoming winter. Then, spring, summer, fall, winter, spring, summer, fall, winter, spring, summer, fall, winter, spring, summer, fall. Over sixteen seasons, I might.
I might be out of a job because of my ethnicity, or because the jobs are going elsewhere, to other people. I might have to deal with sexist issues in the workplace. Who knows.
On the other hand, maybe it will be okay. Maybe this Presidency is a shake-up, but it won't go as far as to twist the basic human decency in most. Maybe, it will be okay. Even as Trump wins, maybe the people who have worked hard to run this economy--hundreds of millions of people--will continue to work hard and to treat others with basic dignity.
Maybe, dignity will win out.