Before I share this: I’m a classic American millennial unregistered independent. I’m also an expat. My dog in this fight is a different shade than an American resident’s. That said, I did have opinions, I did have a worldly view, I did have a dog nonetheless.
Federal elections are my SuperBowl. This one was a bit more than that. I don’t recognize America and it’s clear I was right that I never really fit in or lived in a different reality as a New Yorker.
All that weighed on me this morning, after hours awake watching the coverage. My kids watching me watch the coverage.
My daughter was watching me as I let out a sigh and I turned to her:
‘I’m so sorry.’
Her face asked, why?
‘I’m sorry we couldn’t do better.’
Her face asked, how?
‘Remember I told you there was a man and a woman running for president in America?’
‘And the man is a bully? And the woman had made a lot of mistakes, and we make mistakes and we all do wrong things sometimes… and how no one can be perfect…’
‘And even though neither of them are perfect, I really didn’t want a bully to win.’
‘You wanted the woman to win?’
‘Yes… I really wanted you to see something different.’
‘And the man is winning?’
‘Who did grandpa want to win?’
Now I was holding back tears.
So they say the healing has to begin. But to what end? The chorus stays the same. The song never ends.
Sleep well, America.