I had a 2 hour long conversation with a dear friend of mine last night after work. She’s someone who’s right of middle stance often drags me back kicking and screaming to the center when I get too far left, politically.
After 2 hours of point-making, raised voices and crowd analysis of the antics of the last 18 months, our conversation finally drew to a close with both of us in tears and embrace. These are the things that I’d hoped for in this election and just didn’t happen…
• I wanted us to, at long last, feel like we’d picked a president that would make us feel more than just safe. I wanted us to feel loved and cared for. I want to feel loved and cared for.
• I wanted us to pick a president that would respect the dignity of every human being regardless of rich or poor, citizen or immigrant, powerful or not, have or have not. I’ve been on both sides and know very well what it’s like to feel the ire of someone on the side opposite myself.
Mostly I hope that we would, as the most powerful nation on the planet and the richest nation on the planet, find a way to unpack the things that divide us in a constructive and loving way. We seem to never be able to do that and the reason why isn’t immediately clear.
We can sit here and blame media, as we are so often inclined to do, myself included. At the end of the day, we are individually responsible for the ways in which we reach out to people and the ways to which we respond to issues we disagree on. We, who call ourselves the most enlightened nation in the world, seem to lack the patience to check ourselves in this regard. I’m inclined to point the finger at the high gained through instant gratification but I can only speak for myself in that regard.
My prayer isn’t to God for the next 2 months as we transition. My prayer is to Americans. I pray that we will find a way to set aside the selfish and often empty stances of us vs. them and try to remember that all human life is valuable and that words often do way more long term damage than any bullet could.