This election has been painful. It’s taken a while to process. This is not a political blog and I’ve avoided the topic but this is part of my therapy. Normal writing will resume shortly.
It’s not about Republicans or Democrats. I have liberal leanings but have survived and admired some conservative presidents. I vote for the best candidate regardless of the party. Why exactly was I so troubled?
There were a lot of ironies and contradictions. Most notable is that the person with the most votes did not win…again. Another was that the person who laughed while another said bad things about women got fired but the person who actually said them was elected. Does that mean that our entertainment industry has higher standards than our government? I could go on but that’s not the point of this post.
I’ve lived long enough to remember (and had participated) in the protests of the 60s. It was a groundswell for civil rights, women’s rights and the anti-war movement. (Contrary to what a lot of younger folks think, it was not all about sex and drugs.) It was a changing time for women. Those were hard-won freedoms. June Cleaver was gone, morphing into Murphy Brown.
When I started working, I was hired by a Fortune 500 company that fired women after they married. (Yes, all true.) That policy started after World War II in an effort to ensure that men had jobs. After all, a married women didn’t really need one did she?
Fortunately the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was passed so by the time I married, I didn’t lose my job but my sister-in-law lost hers. She went on to work in lesser paying jobs. It took a law to change that policy. Title IX passed during the 70s ensuring more rights.
I remember too much. I remember civil rights activists getting shot. I remember Kent State. The assassinations. I remember how divisive it all was. Anti-war rallies. Families ripped apart because men (my age) moved to Canada to avoid the draft. The division between fathers and sons. I remember the Nixon election and his eventual resignation (and that of his corrupt vice president).
All these memories were long-buried. It wasn’t the election itself that brought them back but the harsh vitriol. It was the 6-year-old child behavior that included nasty and derogatory nicknames for opponents (even of the same party). He categorized people by nationality and religion. There was a numerical chart for woman according to beauty instead of brains and comments on the fat and flat-chested. I thought we were past that. Especially coming from a 70-year-old man.
As a counselor would say, “he is a button presser” and knew how to incite. Attack and deflect. Teflon man. Tell them what they want to hear.
I’m not against electing a business person but let’s elect someone we can admire and respect and most of all trust.
People kept complaining that they were sick of it all but they elected the person most responsible for it.
I am so disappointed. For those of you who say we didn’t have good choices, where the hell were you before the primaries? What did you do to make sure we had someone who you could embrace? Nothing? Then don’t complain.
I am hopeful that he will surprise me. I just won’t hold my breath.
My hope is that the great strides made in the past 50 years are not overruled or thrown out. Moderate politicians of both parties work best in our diverse country and I await their return.
Many bloggers have written more eloquent posts. If you want to read more, here are three well written (and very interesting) posts. The first link is by Claremary and talks of her experiences with employment discrimination.
The second link is a letter from Nancy Roman to her friends that sums up what a lot of us feel.
It wasn’t all that long ago that interracial marriage was illegal and interracial doesn’t mean just white and black. Here is one blogger’s story.
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