The Day America Died
January 20th, 2017 will be a day I will remember
as the day my country died. A day when
we traded all that we cherish and hold sacred for the ugly, ignorant, and
vulgar. Today is the day when the Orange
Man begins his four years of tyranny and we the people, and the rest of the
world suffer as he denigrates the greatest country on earth. It may seem that I’m bitter about the outcome
of the election, a sore loser if you may, but I’m not. I’m angry that America chose such a poor
leader, and that our prestige in the world has dropped so low.
The Orange Man will not make this country great again (for
the record it already is great). You cannot
put hope in a narcissist to inspire his people or lead them in any great
capacity. I had hoped earlier for a silver lining, but now I’m convinced there
will be no silver lining. We will be mired in ineffective leadership for the
next four years.
So, what’s left to do? Fight. Fight to keep what shred of
decency is left in our government from letting us fold into tyranny. Keep the government on their toes and in line
with what we the people, all of us, want, and take on the smugness of those
that think because they have the majority that they can do what they want. This is a wake-up call for all Americans to
make sure our government remains our government and we hold accountable those
who we trust to make the laws.
Complacency is not an option.
Ignorance is not a value to be upheld. There is a thin line between
democracy and dictatorship and we’ve finally reached that point. We will not go to the dark side; we must keep
our balance toward enlightenment.
I was in Senegal during the presidential elections. When the results were final, everyone was in
shock. The saddest thing a Senegalese
said to me was, “Now you’re just like us.”
It hurt to hear that because I know what he meant. For the entire world America is the beacon of
hope that everyone looks toward. We show
the way for so many, and represent a decency that all aspire to. In America,
you can be who you want to be without being beholden to anyone. You can dream big, and with hard work and
determination, live big too. The sad
part is that many Americans are so fearful and ignorant of the world that they
don’t see how we are perceived in the rest of the world. This was our greatness—that we as a country
can inspire others to dream big and have the confidence to make changes in
their lives despite the odds. But not
anymore. We are just like the rest of
the world now to many.
The title of this posting is “The Day America Died,” and I
know this is a temporary death. The
values that make us great need to be in the forefront to drown out the
bombastic crassness of the Orange Man and his flunkies, and to remind Congress of
their duty to represent all Americans and fight for what we know is right. My Senators will know my name, my voice will
be heard, and ignorance will be taken on, not just brushed aside. As I spend most of my time outside the U.S.,
I will continue to show others the great side of our country and even though we
are going down a rabbit hole for four years, the values we cherish are still
there. I will continue to inspire my
students to dream big and to teach them that anything is possible.
We will get through this I know. From this death will come new life and we’ll
be greater as always, not again.