So here is the deal. For the first week after the election I was in intense shock. I mourned, I rationalized, I became angry, I bargained. And then, yes, I accepted. Trump is our president and I am quite worried. Am I willing to give him a chance? maybe, but what I have seen to point makes my quiet acceptance doubtful.
Today I learned one of his staff will be that Bannon character, (I shudder at giving that person a better title than that) Bannon, one of the leaders of the Alt right will continue to have the close ear of our president, Bannon, a man who offers our country no hope of healing but does give hope to these that hate.
For 6 days I have said little, not wanting to offend my Republican friends and family, yet I have watched those same people trash protestors, continue to demean wonderful women like Michelle Obama, continue to demean and group Democrats as whiners, evil protestors, sore losers.
And finally I decide, screw it. I despise Trump, I fear for the goodness of our country, our great country, and no, I am not moving to Canada as one “friend” suggested.
I am remembering back in my youth, protesting a war that our country could not win, that was killing and destroying our youth in mass, and being told the same thing, if you dont like our country leave it.
Yet, is not our country based on freedom of speech, is not our country based on protest? I am told to take a breath, let it play out.
So…I am protesting, yes he is our president, but I don’t like it, and I will not remain silent. He is deplorable. And I will speak.
Once I was young. I believed, then I forgot, now…I am aware again…
Tilly Evan Jones 