Well. This blog is significantly out of date. And in a different place than it used to be. The next most recent post is now deleted, because it had no bearing, once the election passed. It’s been over a year since I’ve written a thing here, which is a long time to go, even for this ambivalent blogger.
I spent the summer and fall of 2016 reading brilliant, inspiring, depressing, and often scathing books. I read Sebastian Junger’s Tribe (about how desperately we are in need of stronger communities) and War. I read Carol Anderson’s White Rage (about racism), Nancy Isenberg’s White Trash (about classism), and Sady Doyle’s Trainwreck (about sexism). I followed Jared Yates Sexton’s twitter feed, where he described his experiences at Trump rallies, and Nate Silver’s election predictions, which shortly before November 7th gave Trump about a one in three chance of winning. I wasn’t surprised by the election results—which isn’t to say that I wasn’t shocked.
I spent a lot of time, during the first couple of days, trying to find connection on social media, with friends who were scared and shocked like I was, and with friends who had voted for Trump. But it wasn’t until I got offline and attended a Veterans’ Town Hall—a nonpolitical event, three hours away, where all the speakers were strangers to me, but all spoke courageously and thoughtfully about challenging subjects—that I got some hope back. I had forgotten that people could speak that genuinely, and it was good to be reminded.
For myself, I haven’t been entirely sure what to say since then. I’m still not: There are many others more qualified than I am to assess what’s happened and happening in this country, and to recommend actions to prevent and remedy the worst of it. I’ve been listening to them. But here I am, a year later, and maybe with a few things to post that are worth taking up space in the ether. So I’m back, if in a different place.