Monthly Archives: January 2017

Women Marching

I will be marching in Chicago this Saturday with a group of friends and an estimated 20,000 people to protest the inauguration of Donald Trump. In Washington, two nieces will be marching. In New York, two family members will be marching, and another two family members will be marching in London.

Lots of individuals on social media and in newspapers routinely say things like: “Get over it!” He’s elected, he’s everyone’s president. What’s the point of protesting?

I used to say things I later came to regret too. But there are always game-changers in life. And Donald Trump is one of them.

I personally believe that we have never before had an amoral individual in the Oval Office. Sure, we had Richard Nixon, who came close.

Trump appears to be not only a narcissist, but lives at the far end of the narcissism spectrum called sociopathy. Rules don’t apply to Mr. Trump. Which is why he doesn’t release his tax returns or divest of his company’s holdings. And that’s just the beginning. The norms of the Presidency are to be bent to his will instead of the other way around. There is no humility in this man, no awe with which he regards the power of the Presidency. That in itself should give everyone pause.

But it’s a done deal now. Those who voted for him can take the blame as we will all pay the price.

As for protesting, I believe in going on the record and in the power of solidarity. I believe in stating my case when I feel outraged, as I do now.

It feels important to do it, while I still can. While I still have the right.

Great article on our new linguistic norm: Lying

Lying seems to have taken center stage in America, and I fear it will become the new normal.  From the PEOTUS to everyday interactions, from your leaders to your friendly publisher, cheaters are empowered and fabrication has replaced manufacturing.

How to survive the next four years?

I’m not certain yet but I suspect the lawyers will stay busy.

Once the collective rage begins to abate, I can only hope that art thrives.  Living in the liminal place can produce great work.  I have yuge expectations that a commitment to truth and ideals will prevail.

More to come.