My legacy

     A while back, I was chatting with my daughter about legacies. She said to me, "Mom, C is your legacy." C is my granddaughter, the gorgeous redhead whom I adore. After this election, I am deeply concerned about what will be left for her.

    Will my granddaughter be met with "Your body, my choice?" Will she have educational and employment opportunities? Will she be able to grow up to be whatever she wants to be? I saw this posted recently:  "We could have shown our daughters that they can do anything. Instead, we showed our sons that they can rape, cheat, and lie and still become the most powerful man in the country." It makes my heart break.

    I am terrified about the future of our country in the hands of a want-to-be dictator. I'm frightened by what is being threatened for public education, for our planet. And within two weeks post-election, it appears that many who stood for democracy prior to the election, are bending a knee and telling their audiences that things won't be "so bad," to relax and breathe.

    But I cannot. Fear for my beloved friends of the LGBTQ community, for my friends who came to this country because they saw a beacon of light and who now face the possibility of "denaturalization" keeps me awake at night. Will there be loyalty to the US Constitution and the rule of law-we are rapidly seeing how some are indeed above those laws? I don't know my country any longer.

    There is no liberty and justice for all. It is for the select few--those with money and privilege. We do not live in a republic. Ours is at best an oligarchy on its way to an authoritarian government. Will future elections be free and far, or will they resemble what happens in Russia?

    I want to leave a better world for my granddaughter, and my grandson. I want them to be able to pursue life, liberty, and happiness. Unfortunately, I don't see any leadership to give me hope that we will leave such a legacy. Does the audacity of hope still remain?

    I want to be that old woman who rattles the floor when she walks, the one who beats the thief over the head with her handbag. I must continue to fight, no matter how daunting the task. Are you with me?

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