Eight years ago I felt so happy. I voted for Obama because I trusted him, unlike any other political figure. I believed in him. I fell for the dream. Believed in the change. I knew through big decisions and small he would make my life better personally, and impact my country and my people in amazing ways. I would think about the fact that he was going to be president and feel calm.
Today I feel displaced.
I spent November 9th thinking about “the bubble,” trying to understand the Trump voters. I try to expose myself to different people, places, things, ideas- but do I actually surround myself with the same people, places, things, ideas as everyone else on my Facebook feed? Do I live in a bubble? Am I trapped here? Am I going about the world all wrong? This was the existential displacement.
There is also this feeling of displacement within my own country. How could I go from being so proud of being an American to feeling so humiliated by this place? I know this country has done terrible things to its citizens. But I don’t remember every feeling so ashamed by something that happened during my lifetime like this. Literally wanting to cover my face and hide at the thought of Trump’s next tweet.
And then there is this city I’ve called home the last 8 years—Washington, D.C. When I arrived, it was bursting with promise, brimming with the excitement that was attached to the Obamas. Restaurants opened. A couple of reality shows tried to film here. It became—dare I say it—cosmopolitan. I watched D.C. change before my eyes, and I loved it. And I loved my D.C. job—serving the public, being surrounded by people driven by public interest. Now I feel an overwhelming longing to go home to New York. It’s like all of a sudden, I don’t belong here.
For a few days after the election I felt eerily calm, while the people around me cried or ranted. It was either shock or denial. Only recently have I started to feel anxious. I hadn’t been writing, so it started to seep into my Write Practice post, which is supposed to be apolitical and innocuous (first time my post has ever been rejected). So here I am. Trying to write my way through. I wrote a letter to President Obama last night to say thank you. The only thing I can think of to do right now is to write.
4 thoughts on “How do we go from Obama to Trump?”
I understand. I feel the same way. But I am trying to find a way to react that doesn’t involve staying in bed the rest of my life. So remember:
1. More people voted for Hillary;
2. Reach out to people who are doing positive things that connect and help others. I haven’t found my group yet but I am sure it’s out there.
3. Remember people-our people-(I’m a black woman too) have gone through worse, much worse and survived while creating art, literature, culture, families, neighborhoods and organizations.
Thanks! And I know, you’re right. My parents had similar comments. Right now, I’m still processing. The one silver lining is that this may get me out of my not-writing funk. I appreciate the comment though!
Please note that most of the country voted for Donald Trump! Clinton only won because of California. Obama has destroyed this country with his failed policies. He has taken race relations back 60 years! I am so glad that Clinton did not win. The country is tired of her and her ilk. I am glad to see Obama go. He will go down in history as the worst president ever. Beating even Johnson, Bill Clinton, and Carter!
I didn’t vote for Trump, but I honestly hope he does well. Thanks for commenting!