“In response to Trump’s victory, a shocking win fueled by the rural roar of a dismayed white America, tens of thousands in at least 25 US cities — including New York and Nashville, Chicago and Cleveland, San Francisco and Seattle — shouted anti-Trump slogans, started fires, and held candlelight vigils to mourn the result.”

Max Blau, Euan McKirdy, Azadeh Ansari

Protesters target Trump buildings in massive street rallies (cnn.com)

I just found this wording and tone interesting in light of how other protests are framed by the news.

The bit about “the rural roar of dismayed white America” frustrates me since my state has always swung by the votes of the Willamette Valley, my northern neighbors are in a similar position regarding the power of the population density in their west side. Are there really states where rural voters control the vote? Because I keep thinking about all of the people who clearly voted for a man who rallied people together based on fear and hate—I am rural, I am white, I don’t know what it feels like to hear racial slurs lobbed at me in the halls of a high school or the local store or on the street. I know the fears of my gender, but it’s not the same.

I listen. I shut down the slurs I hear. I keep wondering how much I miss.

Clearly I missed something about 53% of women who voted for someone who openly discriminates against us. Clearly I missed several things this time around.

I will keep listening. I will keep learning. I will do what I can on the small scale of my life. I will remember that this is what the majority of my fellow voters chose.

I will also keep telling my truth which right now means other items on the ballot affect me more nearly and dearly than who the next president will be. It makes me feel like my life is so small sometimes to see people upset enough, scared enough to rally while I’m wondering how screwed my students are going to be in a state facing a 1.4 billion dollar shortfall after passing items that are sure to pull even more money away from education.

My life feels small because my first thoughts yesterday morning were for my students of color and my students who are open (and closed) about their sexuality and my students who already feel like their lives are small. My thoughts were with my students who are figuring out what they believe, who they want to be, who they will be, how to navigate the world we live in. My thoughts are centered around how to best model being an adult who owns my sins and learns from my mistakes (and from others) and changes as I continue to age.

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