A crybaby explains herself
I am not crying because my candidate lost.
I am not crying because my president no longer resides in the White House.
I am crying because my country is lost.
I’m crying because our beautiful country is more fragile than I thought.
I’m crying because we are more fearful than I thought.
I am crying because there is a white supremacist whispering plans for destruction into the ears of a man with the power to carry them out.
I am crying because my 17 year-old son is preparing to start his adult life at the same moment our elected leader is casually making nuclear threats.
I am crying because my 13 year-old daughter is waking up to herself at the same moment we’ve chosen a leader who publicly degrades her.
I am crying because this shirt is hanging in a storefront in the shopping mall near my house, and the kids walking by will grow up thinking that’s normal.
I am crying because this same shirt is sold out online.
I’m crying because the bullies and the cheaters and the rich-yet-unqualified are being celebrated and rewarded, and no one seems willing to stop it.
I’m crying because I love this planet.
I’m crying because a racist has been put forward to safeguard our civil rights, a woman who cares nothing for our children has been put forward to direct our childrens’ education, and a man who cares nothing for the environment has been put forward to lead the department charged with its protection.
I’m crying because the craven hypocrisy and self-interest on display in the Republican Congress threatens to undermine the democracy they swore to protect.
I’m crying because a national outpouring of grief and rage is being dismissed as “whining.”
I’m crying because so many of us, when presented with evidence of a man’s character and qualification, chose to look away.
I’m crying because I love this country.