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It’s soothing, to me, to see this (in a FB post) written from someone who is such a bedrock of strength, in my imagination.

From Dan Rather:

I end each of my days with a silent prayer for my country. It has been a ritual for some time, but as of late I feel an anxiety gripping my heart and a sadness permeating my soul that seems unlike anything I have felt before.

I hope against hope as I slip off to sleep that our rapid descent into governmental chaos has hit a nadir - only to awaken to a new set of incoherent tweets or explosive headlines from top-notch reporters. And with that, we are falling once again. As I fall, we fall, even further, I pray again that our Constitutional government, the great gift of our Founding Fathers, will provide a safety net to catch us before everything we hold dear is no more. I believe that is the case, but the slowly rising level of uncertainty is not to be ignored.

I see recklessness where we need leadership... and I am deeply saddened.

I see politicians putting power and politics over principle... and I am incredulous.

I see lies treated as truths... and I am disgusted.

I see justice denied and likely obstructed.... and I am fearful.

I see norms flaunted... and I am angry.

I see global challenges going unaddressed... and I am worried.

I see the press under attack... and I am furious.

I see this, and more, so much more... and I am exhausted.

I find myself returning in my mind to dark days from the past, trying to remember how we as a nation felt, when Pearl Harbor was attacked, when Kennedy was shot, when Watergate took down a President, when terrorists rained terror from the skies. We somehow overcame. And I do believe that we shall overcome, someday. Perhaps, hopefully, someday soon.

But in the end, prayer will not be enough. Action, sustained action, will be required.


There is one thing I’m noticing and it’s a sense of silent kinship among people I barely know or am just meeting. Sometimes I can see an old friend or acquaintance whom I haven’t seen in a year even, and when we say “how’s it going” the answer is something like “ohh, you know. Getting by,” and we both know. Or when I was at a store and we could hear a pro-Trump conversation, and the clerk and I made eyes at each other. She doesn’t know what I am. I don’t look particularly anti-establishment. I live in Louisiana. But we knew.

Even my Republican acquaintances seem to get it. Today, a coworker of mine (who, despite our differences, is still probably my closest coworker) was listing out the insane shit she’s gone through in the past year - cancer, two injured dogs (one put down), separation, divorce, moving, and death of a parent - and she goes “and if I were you, I’d have to add Trump’s election to that list.” She wasn’t joking or poking fun or gloating or anything - she just flat out recognized my grief. She acknowledged it and understood it is real.


I think this is why we manage to get along.

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