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It’s been an interesting couple of weeks. And I’ll confess I’m really only posting this to vent. It has no other redeeming value. But I’m already tired of the whole “we have to listen and understand why so many people voted for a dishonest, misogynistic, racist, homophobic gameshow host/smarmy used car salesman” because no, no we don’t. We know why they did it. And if we listen to them, they’re only going to lie to us, and themselves, by pretending it had nothing to do with the assurance that they get to keep discriminating, just like in those Good Old Days they’ve been promised are coming back. And I swear to god, if one more person tries to give me the “it was because of jobs, they’re not racist/misogynistic/homophobic, they’re good people!” excuse I’m going to throat-punch them.

Because bullshit.


They are not good people. They may be perfectly nice people, but they are not good people. There’s a difference. A huge difference.

Because the thing is, what that “it’s not racism!” thing boils down to is this: “I only voted away other people’s rights because jobs!”

And good people do not vote for Mussolini because they don’t like how the trains are running.

And that’s not hyperbole. It’s exactly what happened. And I refuse to give those people the legitimacy of believing their bullshit, when what they were really after was the privilege and entitlement they were crying their White Tears over losing. And believe me, their resulting empowerment is already rising. On a much bigger scale than my own little personal world--hate crimes rose dramatically overnight, and don’t look to be letting up, plus let’s not even start on the cabinet appointments so far--but my little world is what I know, so that’s what I’m going to talk about.

Here’s what happened when my daughter posted a meme on Facebook the morning after the election. Those are family members jumping on her, and calling her names, and demanding respect. (Some of the more nasty comments, btw, were deleted, so what you see isn't even as bad as it got.) My daughter is a member of the LGBTQ+ community, and she has a disability. The people demeaning her in those comments had just gotten done voting away her rights. And they wanted RESPECT. And thought they had the RIGHT to demand it.

One of them ended up tagging me, saying something to the effect of “do you see what your daughter is doing here?” apparently expecting me to barge in and give her what-for. They apparently have never met me, and so did not get the response they were expecting.

So what did they do? They kicked us out of the family, of course. “Good Christians,” all, that’s them, and cutting off family is apparently what Jesus would do. That’s a screen-shot of what was once a Facebook group composed of all the members of my vast extended family. I, my husband, and our children were booted from it not ten minutes after I posted my response to that first link. I was not quite as devastated as they might have been expecting.

Then my brother decided this whole “discrimination against women” thing was just women being too womeny. Obviously, there’s no such thing as male bias, because he’s never seen it. Like, ever. 0_o The exchange is kind of priceless, actually. I could teach a class on Trolling 101 just using my brother’s responses.

But that’s the thing--he genuinely believed, still believes, that my calm dismantling of his arguments was attacking him for being polite and respectful. Because he genuinely believes it’s respectful to question the fact that discrimination exists.

This is just a taste. A teeny-tiny, pretty much insignificant iota of what other people are already dealing with. When it comes right down to it, I’m a middle-aged white chick. All of that up there? It’s nothing compared to what every single minority in this country is already having to deal with. Has been dealing with. And this round is only just beginning.

So I don’t want to hear “we have to listen, we have to respect the opinions of these people, we have to give them legitimacy” because NO. No, we don’t.

If someone’s opinion is that it’s okay to take away human and civil rights--for any reason--I don’t have to respect that.

If someone’s opinion is that their religion is the only one that matters and everyone else has to live by its tenets, I don’t have to respect that.

If someone’s opinion is that someone who’s anything other than a straight white cis man is lesser than, I don’t have to respect that.

And if someone says they voted away the rights of other human beings because “it’s about jobs!” I neither have to respect nor believe it. I’m calling bullshit on every bit of it, because good people do not do that shit.

Everyone should watch this video or read the transcript. Because it articulates so much of what has been sitting on my chest since November 8th, and it does it a lot better than I can.

Watch it. Read it. Share it. Bookmark it. Save it.

I have a feeling we’re all going to need it.


Nov. 1st, 2016 10:43 am
carolecummings: (Writer)
Nice. Random review request from someone I've never even heard of, with whom, as far as I can tell, I've had no previous contact. Like. Ever. I mean, who does that? Just... out of the blue, "hi, read and review my book, here's an Amazon link." 0_o And where did they pick up *my* name from? And WHY would anyone think that tactic had even the slightest chance of working?

I am unreasonably annoyed by this. *points to icon* I'm going to be grumpy all day now.
carolecummings: (Angel)
I'm having a hard time processing it all. I know we all are, even though we knew it was coming, and we knew it was coming because Julia cared enough about us all to tell us and let us prepare. Still. "Prepare." Is there such a thing?

It's taken me a couple days to work up the courage to come here. But this is the place Julia loved, this is the place that connected us one to another, so this is the place where it's fitting to tell her:

I love you.
I miss you.
Having you in my life
meant something.
Losing you... well. So many of us are writers, but how does one put the loss of someone like you into words?

It's cliched, but having Julia in our lives really did make us richer. There are so few truly kindhearted people in the world, but she was one of them, and the loss of her honestly beautiful spirit among us is hard to bear. I'm choosing to be grateful I knew her.

I love you, Julia. I'll see you on the white shores in the far green country. Save me a beach chair, will you?

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