Where to begin...
I wanted to write something last week
but the heaviness enveloped me
and none of the words in my head
made any sense.
Like many around the world,my heart felt like lead in my chest.
The election results.
The death of Leonard Cohen.
My heart shattered for so many people.
Those in the US who now fear
that their lives will change
That families will be torn apart.
Millions of people now know that
millions of other people don’t want them there.
they also know
that the president of their own country
feels the same way
so that makes it ok
in the eyes of many.
All I could think of the next morning
as I heard the results,were the Jews in Nazi Germany in 1939
and how they were also made to feel
How it all began
with the separation of "us" vs "them".
I think if we all knew more about history,
we would understand the gravity of the words:let us not repeat the past.
I don’t fear Trumpbut i do fear the monster he awoke.
He threw gasoline in the fire
and gave racism and sexism and bigotry
and the KKK
front row seats to the shit show.
(why the KKK is still a thing in the USA is beyond me.)And now, both sides will clash
with venom and judgement and death
and the physical walls will mean less in time
than the walls being built
in the hearts of a nation.Nothing good ever comes from division.
We are ONE world.
Clearly, there is still so much racism and sexism
and fear of those who are different,
lingering in the shadows of the world.
Only now, they’re not so much in the shadows.There are people
who were born and raised in the USA
who no longer feel safe there -
who no longer feel like it’s home.
Those who voted for Trump
may not consider themselves racists or homophobes
but they consciously chose a man who is
and who built his entire platform
on fear and hatred
and dividing a nation
But this was still ok.
A protest vote,
to stick it to the government,
even if it meant
putting other lives in the crossfire.On Remembrance Day,
there were comments on social media
expressing gratitude to all veterans,
for what they sacrificed for our freedom,
and I wondered...are we really grateful?
Can we really say "thanks for the freedom"and then go on disliking those
who are different than we are?
Would we not be better to express thanks
by trying to understand one another
and treat each other as equals for a change,regardless of race, gender or religious views?
I wonder why it’s still so difficult
for so many people
to work togetherand see our similarities
Thanks for being here.
Wherever you are in the world,
know that YOU MATTER
and that love matters.
Now let the healing begin.