It’s never too late, but ugly is as ugly does. I don’t remove myself from that statement. Anyone who’s visited this blog or my twitter feed knows who I’m voting for and who I rail against.
So this is me. Am I mistaken to take it further and say this is us? Eleven short days before we elect our new president, who we are is not in question, but where we’re going is. What vision do we have for these United States, which–at least, right now–seem to be anything but? No doubt this country is fractured in all kinds of ways: split economically and racially; divided by party, gender, sexuality, religion, education, opportunity, the rule of law. And the threads that have historically bound us together–our national pride, our democratic system, our humanity, our decency–are most certainly frayed, almost beyond repair.
But the key word is almost. November 8 will be the test for us, because someone’s candidate is going to win, and someone’s candidate is going to lose. What happens next is anyone’s guess; only time will tell if our presidential choice was wise or folly.
Today is no different than yesterday or last week/month/year: fear and anger bubble to the surface of our collective conscience, solidifying the divisive construct of us vs. them: angels or demons, right or left, right or wrong–
When our children look back on this tumultuous time, who and what will they see? It’s never too late for us to be who we might have been, had we taken a deep breath today, had we stepped back from the vitriol and the rhetoric, had we given thanks for all we have and all we’ve accomplished–we, as in, the people.
I’ve said it before but it bears repeating, for our children’s sake as well as our own: we’re in this together, folks.