Love thy neighbor.
Our trip to Boston was planned before the election, before the world turned upside down last week. In the hours leading up the flight, I was wary: what would it be like to travel to a country that has loudly proclaimed that it hates people like me? How could I reconcile spending a few days eating and drinking and enjoying leisure in a nation that made it clear that I do not belong?
On the second day of our trip, I walked by the Old South Church of Bostonand noticed a prominent sign proudly displayed at its entrance: “Love thy (Muslim) neighbor as thyself.”
It reminded me that there was still good, here. It reminded me that amidst the hatred there is love, and this was a reminder I needed after an emotionally-tumultuous week.
I have written four different drafts for blog posts since the election, and have deleted each one. I was not ready, still am not ready, to process what the election will mean for my family and friends — Muslims, people of color, women — in the United States, and what it means for the rising racial tension and palpable bigotry in my own country. I will take time to reflect, to grieve, to understand. And then I will stand up and fight. Until then, however, I process, and take the time I need to do just that.
Here are a few things you can read, if you’re still processing, too:
- Aftermath: Sixteen New Yorker Writers on Trump’s America
- Here’s What I’m Telling My Son About Trump’s America, Mira Jacob
- An American Tragedy, David Remnick
- Trigger warning, Trump fans: This column calls racists ‘racists’, Tabatha Southey
- A fascist’s win, America’s moral loss, Sarah Kendzior
- What to Say to the Women in Your Life Today, Jill Filipovic