My mother voted for Trump. So did my business partner. My favorite uncle too. So many opportunities to be angry sad to feel righteous indignation. In my mind, their is no question that they’re wrong: Trump is openly racist, misogynistic, xenophobic and clearly unprepared for the job ahead. And yet enough people chose him and what he represents that he won.
What that means for my relationships going forward I don’t know but it feels like there are now walls where there never were before. How can I speak the same language as friends and family when words like hate and prejudice mean radically different things to us? Each day it gets worse and yet I’m not able to withdraw or remove myself. The audacity of the hatred I’m seeing has turned me into an unwilling activist. And, this morning, for the first time, I saw the hate in plain sight.
On the train with my kids and an older white woman begins yelling at a Latina that she needs to get away and stop speaking Spanish. I walked up and asked the Latina woman if she needed help in Spanish and she said she was fine. The white woman got up and moved a soon as I walked over. Maybe she was just crazy but I have never seen this in twelve years living in the city.
May we take refuge in the Buddha, Dhamma and the Sangha and chest a path to liberation for ourselves.