The news lately has got me down, way down. I live in an area where many of my neighbors--good people, really good people, as long as you are not too different from them--are giddy about Trump's election. I am not yet well-enough established in this community that I feel safe outing myself as a person who holds liberal views, but I think I am going to have to find the courage* to do so.
Meantime, I salute the people who marched today, Anne and Angie and Susan and Val and all the others, and so does Wedge. Their actions give me a glimmer of hope in a dark time. And now Wedge would like to be fed.
*Yes, I know; I wrote about courage in political expression earlier, and I didn't think too highly of the valor of those who espoused a popular view in front of a supportive, powerful audience. The folks who marched today had a better quality of courage. Their cause is popular and they had plenty of internal support, but it is still not accepted by the majority or the powers that be, nor is it truly ingrained in the culture, as evidenced by their need to state the case, again and again and again. A still stronger degree of courage, which I have heretofore been lacking, is needed here in Douglas County, where 2/3 of my neighbors enthusiastically voted for a racist, sexist, xenophobic charlatan.)
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