
This is an actual transcript from a gmail chat I just had with my partner, a quiet, level-headed, reasonable woman. (I'm the one with the Xanax prescription, not her, if that tells you anything.)
Elsabeth: I need some xanax or something. I really can't even go on FB anymore. My relatives are terrible and ignorant.
me: oh no.
Elsabeth: Some of whom I'll be seeing tomorrow at the wedding, of course.
Elsabeth: I hate all this nastiness. I want to move out of the country.
me: lol.
you don't even want to move to California, let alone Canada!
Elsabeth: I'm not kidding. I'm a wreck.
me: brb - must pee
Elsabeth: I have been obsessing for days.
This is why I can't concentrate.
me: back. really?
you're obsessing about politics?
Elsabeth: About all the people saying we need another revolution. Worrying what will happen. Worrying that someone will shoot Obama. Torn between really wanting to argue and engage and just to avoid because there's no changing anyone's mind.
I've been worried and depressed.
ElsabethFor days.
I am crying right now.
Elsabeth: Which is why I think I need xanax.
me: really? so you were serious about the xanax?
me: you would not lie, but the xanax part i thought was a joke - something I'd say. Not you.
Elsabeth: I am normally not prone to these kinds of feelings.
me: sweetheart.
take a deep breath.
let go. let it all go.
picture a balloon filled with all that crap and just let it go and watch it float into the ozone.
this is out of your control.
and there are people far more skilled and powerful than us who are fighting the bastards
hard and every single day
Elsabeth:I want to send Obama another $25.
Elsabeth: You know it's generally my job to talk others out of their tree(s). I am normally not prone to these kinds of feelings.
This reminds me of when I was very upset about all of the anti-gay signs during the 2004 elections. The gay marriage amendment was on the ballot and there was anti-gay stuff everywhere. I felt so hated.
That was more personal, but this is worse in a way.
Because it's more widespread.
It's not just the gay - it's the liberal and the non-christian and the black and the pretty much any non-conservative thing.
me: hey. would it be okay if I posted about this on open salon?
Elsabeth: ok.
me: i would like to get some support from liberal OS bloggers - see what others have to say.
Elsabeth: I'm afraid that what they'll have to say is that they're worried too. And that is not going to be reassuring.
me: well, don't look until I've read it first.
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Yes. Sometimes, if I watch the news for too long, I feel myself filling with a rage that takes over my entire body. I hear people yelling the "n" word and the "f" word and "baby killer," and I want to yell shit back. Real shit. Hurtful shit. Because I have friends who are both "n" and "f" and I love them dearly. And I would die for them. Literally. I know that sounds dramatic, but it's true. I've seen myself pushed to the brink, and I've seen myself screaming like a banshee at a big man in the street who called an Asian man a racial epithet.
And I have daughters--two of them. And I want the world to be better for them. But I get afraid. The thing that makes me feel better is that both of them are quietly fighting their battles. The eldest is in India, at age 18, trying to figure out how she can best help her fellow human beings. The youngest is an artist, trying to figure out how to best express herself. And I don't take credit for that. They are both surrounded by caring kids who know what's going on in the world. My kids have grown up surrounded by gays and lesbians, and my eldest daughter has gotten into fights with people who are homophobes and racists.
So, I take hope from that. I really do. But am I scared? Yeah. When Eric Cantor makes statements that the Democrats are making shit up to get sympathy, I feel that boiling blood stuff starting again and I want to shout.
So, I get out my Camus, and I read. And I remember Gandhi and King.
And sometimes, when I want to take an Ativan because I'm shaking with fear, I write. I write and write until I've sent the monsters back into the closet. Words help. Words heal. And all we can do is keep talking to one another and hope that it's enough.
Although, I have to tell you, you come near my kids and I'll beat the shit out of you.
See? We all have our limitations, as my father used to say.
I am a radical, not a liberal. See my latest post, Are We Doing All That Is Necessary for the Triumph of Evil
On my darkest days, I am very grateful my husband did not have to renounce his British citizenship when he became an American citizen.
thank you for taking time to read and comment. good weekend!