Sunday, April 16, 2017

Keeping The Faith

Ever since Trump has become president, I have been dragged through the mill. I will admit that right up until the very day of his inauguration, I was in deep denial and secretly hoped that someone would announce it was all a big hoax, Hillary would magically appear, place her hand on a bible, and make everything in my world right again. But that didn't happen. To thwart the onslaught of a deep depression, I got on a bus in the middle of the night to Washington DC the day after the inauguration and attended the Women's March.

Looking back, that was the one of the best things I ever did. It taught me that whenever I feel like I am a victim of one of Trump's cruel executive orders that he flippantly enacts with the stroke of his pen, I can counter that by taking my own action. I can pick up the phone and call a congressman that supports that legislation and voice my opinion. I can go to one of Senator Richard Blumenthal's town halls and linger on the sidelines to ask him my own direct questions. I can petition. And I always have my protest gear ready in the front closet door if I want to join another march.

The Fearless Girl
The Russian-Trump FBI investigation gave me yet another ray of hope. I've become addicted to watching Rachel Maddow cover the story with her top-notch reporting. It made me long for the days of my old journalistic career when I had to doggedly hunt for information and track down sources. What I would give to be in that job in the quest of holding a mirror of truth up to Trump now.
But after three months of this emotional roller coaster binge watching TV news over the travel ban, the Obamacare debacle and now the bomb frenzy, I decided, enough.
Finally, on Palm Sunday, I got up early and jumped on a train to New York City. Whenever I fall into a funk, a day in Manhattan pulls me out of it. As soon as I walked into Grand Central Station, I felt my worries of the world start to fall away.

I decided to spend my time in lower Manhattan by visiting the Fearless Girl bronze statue on Wall Street then see the Statue of Liberty. As soon as I saw the bronze statue of that defiant little girl staring down a big bull in the face, something moved me. The little girl, so small, looking at this powerful beast, as if to say: "I am not afraid of you, I will beat you, despite all odds, I will crush your evil agenda as God is my witness." In that moment, I felt like that little girl was me, determined to stop Trump from destroying out country. The very vision of those two bronze sculptures juxtaposed gave me a surreal sense of relief.

The Statue of Liberty
After that I walked down to Battery Park. Initially, I had just planned to sit on a bench and stare at the Statue of Liberty from afar. But as I watched people board the ferry to Liberty Island,  I thought, what the Hell? I hadn't visited Lady Liberty since May 1979 and on such a beautiful spring day, this seemed as good a day as any to visit her again.

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