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.
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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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