Sunday Afternoon Musings
This past week, I’ve been under the weather—physically and emotionally. I’ve stayed off most social media and only glanced at news headlines. But today, as I lay in bed with dark clouds obscuring any light outside my window, I found myself deep in thought.
In just a couple of days, we face a significant, contentious election. I don’t know which way the results will swing, and anyone who claims certainty about it is a fool. But I do know that, no matter the outcome, this country will face a difficult time—and so will the world, through the ripples that follow.
If the “Orange Buffoon” wins, it’s a done deal. Putin will gain a strong ally in the West, as will Netanyahu, while domestically, women, LGBTQ+ communities, people of color, and others who don’t fit the mold of white, straight evangelical conservatives will face even tougher challenges.
If he loses, his supporters will cry foul. Some have already voiced excitement about a “better” January 6th. I honestly don’t know which scenario frightens me more—a future out of The Handmaid’s Tale, or a second civil war. Neither is desirable, nor anything I’d wish upon this country.
So here I am, anxiety at its peak… just wishing. Wishing for a third option—a peaceful transition. Wishing those who idolize this man, including my own siblings, could recognize the harm he’s bound to bring—not only to their lives but to the lives of people they claim to love. Wishing that those on the other side could see value in people like me and others who may not align with their beliefs. It’s not about whether they support LGBTQ+ rights, reproductive rights, or other social issues, but rather whether they could at least acknowledge our humanity.
As someone who checks off multiple boxes on the list of those MAGA followers dislike, I am genuinely afraid, and I don’t think it helps anyone to pretend otherwise. Nor does it help to dismiss or patronize vulnerable communities by suggesting we’re just “whining” or “catastrophizing.” When someone openly states harmful intentions, we should believe them. When they start echoing Nazi rhetoric—literal Nazi rhetoric—we should take it seriously. History has shown us the consequences of ignoring such warnings.
I don’t know what this week will bring. Regardless of the outcome, I’ll be praying—and making plans in case things go badly. What a time to be alive.