As always in a democracy, there are issues where we can agree, and there are issues where we cannot agree. I can agree, for example, that the establishment has done a poor job of protecting the middle class. I can also agree that it has done a poor job of allowing minorities to enter it. Where I cannot agree is that the person gleefully supported by David Duke and white supremacists is the right person to fix it. I will never agree with that. Ever.
Donald Trump may indeed enact policies that help the middle class. But it will be a middle class devoid of color, where anyone not white, straight, or Christian will be manifestly unwelcome and unsafe. The Mad Men crew are now in charge. In the first 100 days, they will work tirelessly to eradicate the memory of Obama from history, salt the earth, and make sure that it never rises again. That is the future now. That is our reality now.
It is not when times are easy that you find out who you are and what you are made of. It is when times are so hard that you are forced to leave all your baggage behind in order to climb out of the pit of despair and emerge anew: cold, shaking, tired, uncertain as to the future, but knowing that you are at least alive. That at least there is that.
We are about to find out just how deep the rabbit hole is in America. I fear that it is very deep indeed. But I intend to climb my way back out of it. I have faith that a number of like-minded people will make it back out, too. And when we find each other again, cold, shaking, tired, and uncertain of the future, know that we will still be alive. There will always be that.