I sat back and breathed a small sigh of relief after I published my last post. No resolutions. No obligations. No pressure. I was officially off the hook. Only…if ever there was a time when I should feel compelled toward self-education and action, it seems THIS. IS. IT.
Donald Trump has been president for one week. Each cabinet appointment he announces, each executive order he signs affirms my fears that he cares little for the poor, for the environment, for the public education system or the people suffering abroad. I mean, I knew he and I wouldn’t see eye-to-eye on most things, but wowsers, my head is spinning. And then, Wednesday night, as I was reading the latest headlines about his notorious border wall and falling deeper into despair, something inside of me awoke. I don’t have to sit idly by. I can do something. I have to do something.
Yesterday I left voicemails for several senators, urging them to vote against Betsy DeVos as secretary of education. Today Juliette and I shopped for diapers and wipes and dropped them off at the Refugee Womens Alliance, a non-profit down the street which serves refugee and immigrant families in our community. I’m organizing a group of co-workers to spend an evening serving dinner to homeless men at the Union Gospel Mission. Shane and I have a date this weekend to sit down and re-evaluate our charitable giving as we seek to support organizations that fight for human rights.
And finally, I’m opening my eyes and ears wider than they’ve ever been before. Reading, researching, seeking, listening. I’m turning off The Daily Show and getting my news from less-partisan news sources (if you have a non-partisan news source, let me know!). I’m asking my gay friends how I can support them. I’m looking for was to uplift and learn from the immigrant community that’s so vibrant at Juliette’s school. I’m reaching out to conservative friends and family members in an effort to understand their frustrations with the previous administration and their hopes for the current one. I’m rooting myself in truthful reporting, not just of the goings-on in D.C., but of the lives and stories of my nearest and dearest, as we’re all walking into the new political era from very different places.
A friend marched with a sign last Saturday that read, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” Humbly, step by step, I’m trying.