I don’t know what happened.
I’m writing this at ten minutes to 1 AM. Unless a miracle happens between now and dawn, Hillary Clinton will lose the election.
I don’t know what happened, but I can guess.
People were complacent that someone else would do the right thing. They knew one thing would feel morally superior and one thing was what most people needed to do to protect us as a whole. Instead of casting their vote in the best interest of the nation as a whole, they did what they could pretend was morally superior. Or else they just stayed home.
People swallowed a myth about the lesser of two evils. True in it’s substance, woefully inaccurate in it’s scale.
People let themselves be swept up by a story instead of fighting for the issues that will really matter to us over the next four years.
People turned out to be depressingly more bigoted and hateful than I wanted them to be.
I am scared, and sad, and feel like I haven’t even fully processed the weight of how bad this is. It will probably take a while before I do. Eventually, though, I will have processed this.
I will see injustices; I have no illusions. Real people will be hurt. In some situations, I will be one of them. In others, they will be people different from me; women, POC, and Muslims in particular. Things will not be fine.
In the meantime, I will love my partner, my sister, and my best friend. I will keep talking about injustices and protesting them. When I can do something to help, I will.
And eventually, I will regain my hope in the American people.
It’s just not going to happen today.