Samain Moon of the Winter Solstice
It will, soon enough, be the New Year. And, not long after that it will be inauguration day. OMG. Soon I’ll need to begin reading Politico again, the Washington Post, magazines, other newspapers. I cannot bear Trump without participating in the fight, so I’ll need to find allies, presumably at Beth Evergreen. We’ll have to learn, to choose which battles can be fought and which of those present strategic opportunities.
The American experiment is about to face its most difficult test. Can an oligarchy headed by a strong, stupid man govern at all? Can they govern in a semblance of democracy? I doubt it, but I hope at least on this score I’m wrong. That is, I hope the pressure of our institutions and the 2.8 million voters who pushed Hillary well past Trump in the regular vote can serve as flywheels to the lopsided weight of alt-right politics.
Once the knee finishes healing, I’ll be in this struggle. It won’t take all of my time but it will be there. I’ve still got that novel to finish, the loft to finish up. Other things. As do all of you, but we cannot let this tragedy go unremarked or unchallenged. We cannot.
