Then it’s morning. You wake up bleary-eyed in a state of disbelief to postmortem America. You survived but your country is the casualty. For the first time in your life you sense what it must have been like for Native Americans. Disenfranchised, displaced, dismissed, attacked and invaded, unable to survive without the resources that belonged to them.
This is America? Your ancestors tried to warn you but you succumbed to the veneer of material comfort, or the lack thereof, believing in the fantasy of the American Dream. Your so-called “democracy” was used against you, your media complicit. Never before have you witnessed the free fall as your institutions dismantled The Land of the Free.
All the DREAMers who must hide in the light of day and move from place to place to evade capture and deportation. If the behavior indicators of the TSA don’t spot them, sending money back home makes you a moving target. Impoverishment our newest export. All the child bearers who will be denied care, contraception and abortion could be forced to abandon their children in the streets. All the married queers will live in dread fear of annulment and the resurgence of hate crimes against their friends and family. All the Muslims who are profiled, discriminated against and accused of extremism, will be victimized by their xenophobic neighbors. All the women must accept sexism and misogyny, so evident in the outcome of this election as standard operating procedure. While the working class has been lulled into a state of amnesia about who and what is responsible for their poverty, all minorities, each and every one are sinking slowly in the quicksand of fascism, racism and hate. This Land is Our Land, the hue and cry of White Anglo Saxon America.
As with all great loss we suffer anger and grief, untethered and disoriented. We live in fear of instability and uncertainty, acutely aware of our mortality. A citizen without a country is like a planet without gravity. We float unable to grab onto anything and look down over the dark abyss. How can we possibly lift ourselves up out of a nightmare that never ends? Please, oh please, wake me up.