After Trump, What?

The AP just announced that Donald Trump will be President of the United States.


The man who has declared that America’s top priority will be walling ourselves off from our neighbors and who thinks climate change is a hoax. The man who wants religion to be a litmus test for citizenship. The man who helps himself to women’s bodies even when they object.

The man who has done nothing for America will now be its leader.

And that fact is making me feel small and sad and helpless.

I don’t know what to say to my teenage daughters to make them feel better. “Work hard and you’ll succeed”? “This is the land of opportunity”? This election has shown those to be feel-good lies. Hillary Clinton worked hard and was one of the most qualified candidates in American history. And yet her 30 years of public service meant nothing when faced with a man with no political experience, no policy expertise, and no concern for America’s position in the world.

I keep wondering what tomorrow will look like. For me, on the surface, it will be much the same. I am a privileged, white, heterosexual woman: sadly, these things make me safer than other Americans. My fears are not immediate like those of my loved ones, my dear friends and family, who must worry about their fellow citizens, emboldened by a Trump victory to act on their racism, homophobia, and transphobia.

What can I do? What can any of us do?

I have no idea. I don’t know what it will look like to push back against xenophobia and fear and small-mindedness.

For now, this is what feels radical and revolutionary: to be good, kind, and loving. To be logical and reasonable. To open my home and my heart with courage and love. To talk and, more importantly, to listen.

And to do this, I’ll need your help, friends. We’ll need to protect each other from harm and love each other through times of misery and pain. We’ll need to celebrate our joys and laugh with each other.

We’ll need a radical and transformative love that will save us from ourselves.


  1. david says:

    For believers, the true answer would be Lincoln’s “I tremble for my country, when I reflect that God is just…” Kudos, though, for moving on to a Doctrine of Grace…

    1. Out of Time says:

      Ooof. Too true, David. And I think I’ve moved from denial to anger in my stages-of-grief process.

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