with Lynne and Leslie

Michael Stipe Was Right.

by SweetMidlife

Hi everybody. It’s Lynne here. Leslie can’t make specific comments about the election because of her job as a member of the press. If you want to hear the thoughts she can express, see this. I don’t know if this is going to be an uplifting post or not. It’s going to be real from my heart, as much as I can articulate it. I hope there’s hope in it, because there is hope in my heart, but I can’t gloss over stuff. Because if you put buttercream frosting on a cake made with garbage, you have garbage with a tasty outer layer. But it’s still garbage cake.

People are hurting right now.

Some of us are hurting because a man was voted in last Tuesday who promised to do some things that would hurt people, like take away their healthcare, or deport them or their family members, or invalidate their marriages, or round them up and track them because of their faiths, or arrest and harass them because of their race.

Some of us were hurting because they voted for that man out of their own hurts, because maybe they lost THEIR healthcare because premiums went up and they can’t afford groceries and rent and medication they need to live, or maybe because they lost their livelihoods because factories closed in their towns and there are no jobs.

Some of us are hurting because they voted their consciences because of what the President-elect promised he would do to protect babies in-utero, or because they believed him when he said he would keep them safe. And they are happy with the results, but not with people thinking that they are racists, or don’t care, and they don’t know what to do.

And some of us ARE racists, who voted for this man because they believed he would oppress people. And these people are making their voices known by ripping off hijabs, and wearing black face, and drawing swastikas, and entering black college freshmen into calendars scheduling their lynchings. I am not talking to those people, because you are hateful and I am praying for you that your heart changes. Well, wait, if you guys want to read the rest of this, go ahead. But I know you are real and I know that you exist, and I want people to know that you do because we can’t fight you if we don’t know you are real.

Okay, everyone else. Hi.

Here’s the thing. People voted the way they did or they didn’t because they have hurts, and voted for the president-elect because they believed that he would do what he said he would do to lessen their hurts, and those of us who didn’t voted against him because they believed that he would do what he said he would do to magnify those hurts and bring new ones. Whether or not he actually does those things, we all believed him. And now we are on the immediate other side of this. And we have people who voted for him wishing that the people who are hurt by his election would just move on, while those hurt by his promises who can’t, because they are terrified. And I have to ask myself, being in the group of those who actively did NOT vote for him, what I would say to those friends of mine whose real, tangible hurts influenced them TO vote for him. Would I be telling them to “get over it”? Maybe. I am not proud of that.

When someone wins, someone loses. They are our neighbors, our friends, our co-workers. People are hurting.  I know I am using that phrase a lot. That is kind of the theme.

So here is what I think. I have had a million thoughts this election, and post-Tuesday, and I am not even writing all of them down right now. This is not a definitive because grief takes time to work through and live with, and while we sort through this election and the far-away and real-close implications it has on our real lives, we are also still dealing with colds, and flat tires, and disobedient kids, and sick relatives, and funerals and cancer. All of these things weave in and out of our worlds and make real impacts on our lives.

Everybody hurts. We just hurt about different things. And if we truly care about each other, and maybe we don’t, or you don’t feel like you have the luxury to, and I get that, and I am going to talk to everyone left, because we need to be listening to each other’s hurts. Even when it’s unpleasant. Even when you would rather talk about Shark Tank and what you ate for dinner. I am currently brining pork for my family, which I have never done because i don’t eat pork, and this is really trippy. I am gonna post a picture below. But these other fears are real too, and if you don’t want to acknowledge them, it means that you don’t want to see me. And if I don’t listen to you and why you voted for the President-elect because of your real fears for our nation, then I don’t want to see you. And maybe once we see each other, we will decide we don’t like each other at the end. Sad, but I get it. But we will not survive this if we don’t listen.

I am hurting. You are hurting. Brined pork. Shark Tank.

All of these things are happening. You wanna tell me where you are? I wanna hear.

Write me below, or at sweetmidlifelynneleslie@gmail.com.

Have a good week.

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Pork. Brine.

 


2 Responses to “Michael Stipe Was Right.”

  1. montanabeck82@gmail.com' Becky Beck says:

    Thank you my lovely Lynne,I am always so glad when I see that you or Leslie have written something to share with us…I am hurting too,it’s almost like when you are going through a really bad breakup and walking around trying to do all your normal old everyday things,but you can’t get this off your mind and your stomach hurts,your body aches,you’re thinking about everything and so worried and so sad…I’m scared for my beautiful gay son and my gay friends,I’m scared for the environment,I’m scared for girls and women,I’m just scared and stunned.
    Thank you for writing.

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