Anyone else feeling a little bit helpless?
This week has felt surreal. Everyday I watch the news and see the latest from our neighbours down south and I am shaken. I am surprised again and again that these things are really happening. I am terrified for Muslims, the LGBTQ community, and women. (And those are just a few examples of the communities for whom I am afraid).
I feel ineffectual because it isn’t my country. It wasn’t my election to lose.
So why do I feel so upset, so impacted? It’s not my country. I’m not being threatened.
But I feel dirty. I feel wrong.
I considered going to the March last Saturday but didn’t because I was getting over the flu, I was cozy, I was reading “I Am Not a Slut” by Leora Tanenbaum and that felt feminist-y enough for the day. I regret not going. I feel ashamed for not going.
I’m not going to make that mistake again.
Remember a few months ago when I posted this? I talked about my own “grabbed her by the p*ssy” moments. I made this proclamation:
Hilary is going to win. I have too much faith in humanity to believe otherwise.
– an idealistic me, two months ago
Hilary didn’t win. Hilary lost.
And so did the rest of us.
It’s not my country and what the hell can one person do anyways? I didn’t even show up for the damn March. Who am I to talk?
I can’t keep quiet. Here’s where I plan to start:
- I am going to write a letter to my MP and the immigration minister demanding that Canada provide asylum to those displaced by the travel ban.
- I am going to be vocal in my support of increases to our funding to international groups that provide abortion-related services. I am going to let my local MP know that this is something I want to see our government acting on.
- I am going to talk about what is going on. I am going to be vocal in stating that it is wrong. That it goes against everything I believe in. I am going to make sure that my elected officials know that I expect them to stand up against this.
So much of what I plan to do relies on my one little vote, my one little voice.
It’s small, perhaps ineffectual. But…
I’m carrying around this feeling of dread. This sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that something has gone very, very wrong. That things are only going to get worse.
I always say that I am not a political person. I don’t think I can hide under that rock anymore.
Let me know friends. What can I do?