Where were you when we gave our country over to a Fascist Autocrat?
Fireman walks toward the blaze.
There are events that leave such an indelible mark on our psyche that we can recall every detail—the sounds, the smells, the song playing on the radio. They remain etched in our minds, and we can’t forget them—even if we want to.
I’m fighting the morning commute, singing Alicia Keyes Fallin’ at full tilt. Alicia knows how to make a commute fly. Then the station cut her off with news that a jet had hit The World Trade Center. I was so shaken; I took the next exit and found myself facing a dozen lanes of Metro buses headed straight at me. I did a fast U-turn out of the Metro bus barn and pulled into a vacant lot. Still, I was someplace I wasn’t supposed to be, but I couldn’t drive anymore. Then, the second plane hit and my world stopped turning.
On November 5th, my world stopped again. My feelings were not dissimilar to those I experienced on that fateful day in September so many years ago. This is not the meanderings of someone who didn’t get their way on election day. This is the astonishment of someone who can’t imagine why this country willingly handed the keys to the castle over to a dictator and wannabe king.
So, I ask again. Where were you?
Where were you when the announcement came that Trump won a second term in office?
Trump.
The man with 34 felony convictions. The man that incited an insurrection in a bid to take over the government.
Trump.
The man linked to multiple child rapes and adult gropings and rape. And when he was finished with them, he took it up himself to rape our country. First by decimating our infrastructure leaving us weak on many fronts, then by attacking our natural resources and ignoring climate change.
Trump.
The man that demands loyalty from all through threats and intimidation—intent upon wrecking the global economy and grabbing power.
Trump.
The man who strips away our freedoms one after another, knowing he can because he has the support of a weak and pocketed SCOTUS and Congress who willingly gave him the power to do so.
Where will you be when it’s time to pay the piper, the chickens come home to roost, or the S^*#T hits the fan—whatever adage you can relate to? Where will you be when your children and their children ask you how you could have let this happen?