There are hundreds of millions of angry people today. I am one of them. I fear for the future. I fear for the future of all people, regardless of gender or how they see themselves. Even those who are grasping the coat tails of these monsters in the White House, these hooligans, I fear for their future too, for they are driven by avarice and a need for authority over others. They seem big now, but they are not. They know not what they do. I would like to believe that the current events in America are the final gasp of ignorance and panic in a rapidly changing world, a world that is leaving them behind. I would like to believe that there is some good that will come out of all of this, in the end, some grand epiphany…it is very difficult to believe these things and doing so make me seem naive.
The last time America was so divided 620,000 people died–roughly 2% of the population as counted at that time. That deep wound has never fully healed and politicians (on all sides) have been picking at the festering scab of the Civil War since Reconstruction. Of course, this is only a facet of what is happening now. I ramble…
I would like to believe in the Taoist story of the farmer and the horse. When all seems good we exclaim, “Oh how lucky!” When all seems lost, we wail, “Oh this is terrible!”
How do we know?