Those who live in the past, focusing on America’s ‘legacy of oppression’ (why not include Afrikkkas and the rest of the world who continue to oppress) do not evolve as humans. I feel sorrow for gen X and their focus on hate; you carry on the oppression you claim to stand against. 😣 ..it is so clear in this post.
This is the whiplash I’ve also experienced. Feeling grateful to be among the voting block who have some sense. My hope has not died it’s just being placed somewhere new. I forgot the Democratic Party was never gonna be my ticket to liberation. I keep placing my hope there and coming back disillusioned and angry. My hope now lives with my people and organizing on a community level.
Amen. I am 💯 with you on this. In my heart I want to write some elaborate expression on how I feel right now. But the reality is, I'm numb. No words are coming out, just tears and anger.
Thank you for these words. As I prepare to go to church this morning with trepidation, I need this reminder that there’s nothing wrong with my faith. I especially feel gaslighted by the people who tell me not to fear.
The contradiction of those who decried Bill Clinton’s lack of character who now excuse and celebrate such a man confuses and grieves and angers me.
The flippancy of those who now acknowledge Project 2025’s reality (after claiming distance from it during the race) grates on the part of me that wants words to be meaningful.
The effectiveness of misinformation and the stalwart walls of information silos (some which sit in my own life, my own heart) frightens me.
I am tempted to emulate those who post things like “if you voted for him, let me know so I can block you” — but I also deeply feel that if I do so, if all of us do so, things would never change.
(Dammit. It seems hope is not yet dead in my heart.)
I lament with you. Thank you for sharing your words as they spoke a lot of what I have been feeling this week especially but the last several months.
My heart is broken and my soul crushed. I just can not wrap my mind around how so many were more concerned with money and policies than having the lies, hatred, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, numerous felony convictions, numerous sexual assaults, xenophobia, vileness and total disregard for humanity be deal breakers. How can they excuse and allow these?
Sad. Angry. Grief. But not, ultimately, despair. There is a candle, a light, inside me that I might call God. All people are made in the image of God and I am to love my neighbor - all my neighbors. Maybe, just maybe, I can begin there. Yet again.
I'm here riding the waves of grief with you. From time to time my belly will flip flop to remind me January is coming. In fact, January is already here from what I'm seeing in my TL and emails. I was already clenching my jaw because of trauma events in my life and now it feels like I have to pull my jaw apart to find words to say.
Amen to ALL of this. You are not alone. WE are not alone.
And all for some supposedly cheaper eggs.
Those who live in the past, focusing on America’s ‘legacy of oppression’ (why not include Afrikkkas and the rest of the world who continue to oppress) do not evolve as humans. I feel sorrow for gen X and their focus on hate; you carry on the oppression you claim to stand against. 😣 ..it is so clear in this post.
Amen, Amen, I toggle between disappointment again and rage. Once again Hope unborn has died, and can I also add the grief that I’m sitting in.
Same sis same
My gut groans with yet another hope betrayed. How dare they!
I see now: folks don’t vote their faith. They vote their fear. They don’t vote love of neighbor not even love of beloveds. They vote lies and hate.
If only I had calculated thusly, I might have saved myself another gut punched desolation. It’s that blasted naïveté again. Kill it.
This is the whiplash I’ve also experienced. Feeling grateful to be among the voting block who have some sense. My hope has not died it’s just being placed somewhere new. I forgot the Democratic Party was never gonna be my ticket to liberation. I keep placing my hope there and coming back disillusioned and angry. My hope now lives with my people and organizing on a community level.
I am sitting here vacillating between go to church and stay home, I have landed on go cause they are going to see this lament also.
Sometimes they need to see it.
Amen. I am 💯 with you on this. In my heart I want to write some elaborate expression on how I feel right now. But the reality is, I'm numb. No words are coming out, just tears and anger.
Thank you for these words. As I prepare to go to church this morning with trepidation, I need this reminder that there’s nothing wrong with my faith. I especially feel gaslighted by the people who tell me not to fear.
Your brutally honest lament is holy. Thank you.
The contradiction of those who decried Bill Clinton’s lack of character who now excuse and celebrate such a man confuses and grieves and angers me.
The flippancy of those who now acknowledge Project 2025’s reality (after claiming distance from it during the race) grates on the part of me that wants words to be meaningful.
The effectiveness of misinformation and the stalwart walls of information silos (some which sit in my own life, my own heart) frightens me.
I am tempted to emulate those who post things like “if you voted for him, let me know so I can block you” — but I also deeply feel that if I do so, if all of us do so, things would never change.
(Dammit. It seems hope is not yet dead in my heart.)
I lament with you. Thank you for sharing your words as they spoke a lot of what I have been feeling this week especially but the last several months.
My heart is broken and my soul crushed. I just can not wrap my mind around how so many were more concerned with money and policies than having the lies, hatred, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, numerous felony convictions, numerous sexual assaults, xenophobia, vileness and total disregard for humanity be deal breakers. How can they excuse and allow these?
It’s the American way. We’d allowed ourselves to believe that it was only the way for a few, but it’s much bigger than that.
Ashe’ and Amen. I do sit in lament with you. “That a dream is yet deferred again.” Thank you for holding space for lament.
Here I am, 45 minutes before our worship service and still wondering how to proceed
Sad. Angry. Grief. But not, ultimately, despair. There is a candle, a light, inside me that I might call God. All people are made in the image of God and I am to love my neighbor - all my neighbors. Maybe, just maybe, I can begin there. Yet again.
I sit with you in intense grief for what was lost, what will never be, and what is to come.
I am sitting in lament with you, feeling stupid because I dared to hope. Kinda like the poet who wrote Psalm 73
I'm here riding the waves of grief with you. From time to time my belly will flip flop to remind me January is coming. In fact, January is already here from what I'm seeing in my TL and emails. I was already clenching my jaw because of trauma events in my life and now it feels like I have to pull my jaw apart to find words to say.
I'm here.
Perfect! Thank you! 👏👏❤️