I've always viewed Thanksgiving as a happy segue to the end of the year and while I will enjoy sharing food and time with dear friends at their home, the sense of buoyancy is noticeably missing. Lack of sleep and stress certainly play a role there, but there is something more and it is very frightening: A feeling of trepidation that I've been unable to shake.
This country is morphing into a place I no longer recognize as a safe place to call home. Having lived through the eighties and known people who died as a direct result of government policies, having marched both in Washington and my State capitol, written letters to politicians and officials of every stripe, campaigned and spoken out at every available opportunity, I am devastated to see the potential undoing of all of that.
When legislators speak about gutting Social Security and Medicare as well as our safety net for the poor, the direct consequence of those actions mean that some of us will die, and having reached a point in my life at which I no longer earn and put in, but withdraw Social Security and use Medicare, my life and well being are under threat. I am also disabled and have been mocked in public, female and have been reduced to body parts by a man who should never come near a position of leadership let alone the presidency of this country. As a Jew, I am frightened not of my Muslim neighbors but our coming fascist, white supremacist, racist leadership.
When friends glibly say that they will fight, I wonder how because it seems that what is more likely to happen is that people will hunker down, shrink into the background and not make waves. It will be interesting to see the tipping point between fear and frustration.
Tomorrow, I will hope that the solace of good friends is enough because beyond the myths that people tell themselves about this being a great country, friends are all that remain.