The Sad Reality of Our Country

I went to bed last night pretty early.  I am not a news watcher by choice and decided that last night would be no different. At different points in the night I woke up to check my phone for the results. After seeing the results after midnight, I realized that it wasn’t looking good but I was determined not to let the results worry me.

I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was check my phone to view the election results. But after seeing the results this morning I now have started to worry, mainly for my children.  

This map tells a story, a story of the scary reality to the type of people that subscribe to and support hatred and bigotry for poltical and economic gain.

I dont have any eloquent response to what has transpired last night. I do not conisder myself to politically savvy. In n fact, I shy away from conversations about politics. 

Nor do I have all the answers to the questions and concerns my children have expressed to me. From my daughters fear of being shipped  back to Africa (by the way, who in the hell told her that?!), to my son asking me, “so when are we moving?”, it is evident that this moment in history will never be forgotten by my little ones. 

My hope though is that they are inspired by these events to strive for excellence in all they do. I will continually encourage my children to remain hopeful despite the ill intentions of sick people.  They will be encouraged and supported to be intelligent representatives of our family that rejects stereotypes perpetuated in the media about us. 

In the meantime, we will continue to have talks about the psychological oppression of people  of color not only in the United States, but in countries all over the world.

Namasté

~Hilda