Yesterday, my newsfeed, like plenty of others, was filled with status updates and shares about President-elect Donald Trump. Before I offer my two cents, I want to say that I greatly admire and am proud of many of the people I’ve met throughout my life, be they friends, acquaintances, or passers-by, that so eloquently and beautifully expressed their discontent in the way so many of us know how: social media.
There are naysayers about the effect of a status update. I understand this. It’s a lot simpler to post a comment than to go out and actively fight against the injustices in the world. Regardless, social media gives so many of us that which we worry we don’t have: a voice. The opportunity to speak for what we believe in and share our support for others. On the flip side, social media can stew hatred. This isn’t the fault of Facebook or Twitter or whatever else you may be using, but rather the fault of humanity. We fight, we scream, we cry when we don’t get our way. We put other people down to feel better about ourselves. It isn’t right. Disagreeing with someone does not mean their emotions are not valid.
There were three responses to the stream of status updates. One, support. Thankfully. Two, disgust. Not a surprise. I saw more complaints about “angry statuses” than I saw said angry statuses. Yes, people are angry. And they have every right to be, first things first. But what I saw, more than anything, was distress. Fear. Heartbreak. Not because we’re upset we “lost”, but because my friends that are Muslim or PoC or LGBTQ+ fear for their safety. It isn’t just Trump and the rest of the government they’re afraid of. They’re afraid of the countless other Americans that agree with his racist, xenophobic, homophobic, sexist rants and who will use his position in power as justification for their own actions. I have to have faith that the forces of good in this country will do their best to prevent irreparable damage to the livelihood of millions of Americans. I can’t say I’m terribly familiar with the process. I’ve never been much of a social warrior, but it’s a work in progress. Though I’m a woman, I’m privileged because of the color of my skin. I don’t want to support the ideals of our President-elect by means of my silence. More than half of the white women who voted, voted for Trump. Saying, “I wasn’t one of them” isn’t enough.
If you’re rolling your eyes and about to tell me “The election is over, Trump won, just accept it and move on,” you’re not helping anyone. The divides in this country run deep. They won’t be solved by senseless violence, but they won’t be solved by passivity, either.
P.S. I can’t promise my next post won’t be more of me complaining. I do hope, however, that The LipLiner is able to bring some levity into the lives of its readers in these unsettled times.