My Something

This is to get my voice out there (even if no one listens, because let’s be honest there are a lot of voices out there). This is because I find what happened yesterday to be reprehensible and I feel I shoulder some of the blame. Yes, I voted and yes, I voted for Clinton (she wasn’t my first choice, and I had some issues not only with her, but how she won the nomination, but she was clearly – at least I thought it was clear – the more qualified and sane candidate). But I tend to keep quiet on politics; every once in a while I’ll post an article, but generally refrain from making any sort of commentary. I’ve always taken the approach that, at least on social media, what I post won’t change any minds or even really be heard by those who disagree so why bother? I vote, I keep my head down, and generally try to avoid political confrontation.

Last night though, I realized that it wasn’t enough. If I want this world to be a better place for the kids I work with and my own daughter I need to work to make it one. Last night our president-elect became a man who not only is laughably unqualified (with his business experience marketed as what makes him “great”, but he has declared bankruptcy multiple times – and even if he was an intelligent and excellent business man presidents run a country not a business and they should not be equated), but who would not release his taxes (which indicates the transparency in the government he will run), threatened to jail his political opponent, mocked a disabled reporter, called Mexicans rapists, said we shouldn’t let Muslims into our country, and degraded and belittled women (also accused of sexual assault and rape). He is a bully, a misogynist, a racist, and an overall vile human being. I do not think it is okay that this has happened.

I’m hoping this motivates more to see that our political system is broken and say something and do something about. I went to bed with the distinct thought that I had to do more and woke up to a woman in the community moms group I belong to on Facebook voicing the same sentiment and asking about information and ideas. This lead to several more comments (including my own) about trying to get a group together to be more politically active. So that and this post are the start of my something.

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Niemoller

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