POLITICS/AMERICA

Is There Safety in Cowardice?

Because I don’t feel safe for not protesting

Protesting is patriotic, but our new regime wants to silence us. Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

My absence from this platform has not been purposeful. I have simply been at a loss for words. I’m mentally where most Americans are these days: completely gobsmacked by the state of our country.

I’m not the type to protest in person, save the occasional school board meeting. For one, my husband would kill me. He doesn’t understand my feelings about politics. He’s more of an apathetic mindset. You know, why should I be so obsessed with the news or risk my life protesting if it doesn’t affect me? Except that I know it most certainly does. This leaves me feeling stagnant. So I reserve my protests for my writing and annoying phone calls to my favorite Republican congressman.

I’ve awakened to a world I no longer recognize.

I suppose the hate we now breathe in was always here… as if now the blinders are off. As a white person, I’ve never experienced much of the ugliest behaviors of America, and now it’s here every day in plain sight, magnified by a regime that supports the worst of the worst.

What were once occasional protests happen regularly now, and for good reason. We had a military parade. A fucking military parade! And it seems that despite our dear leader’s…