“Ring out the false; ring in the true!”—Alfred, Lord
Tennyson
As I scrolled through my friends’ Facebook feeds on New
Year’s Eve 2016, noting the pictures of dumpster fires, the scornful
expressions of “good riddance,” the laments of trepidation for the future, I
also noticed that for many people, 2016 was actually a very good year for
personal and professional growth.
2016 was certainly a good year for me. I successfully
defended my doctoral dissertation on mental health advocacy and leadership. I
started working full time in my dream job, teaching composition to first-year
students at a community college. I spoke at several conferences, including the
National Council for Behavioral Health, the Domenici Institute 2016 Public
Policy conference, and the American Bar Association’s National Summit on the Death
Penalty and Serious Mental Illness.
With other mental health advocates, I celebrated the passage
of the 21st Century Cures Act, which will hopefully provide more
funding and support for people living with serious mental illness. My 2014
book, The Price of Silence, continued
to be read and positively reviewed, and my brave son Eric spoke at 2016 TEDx
Boise about what it’s like to grow up with bipolar disorder, and how people can
help to end stigma one friend and one conversation at a time.
All in all, a pretty good year.
Except for that Trump thing.
Truthfully, the election of Donald Trump won’t directly hurt
me or my family too much. We’re white, heterosexual, middle class folks who live
in Idaho, that “reddest of the red” states. Though my husband and I both have
progressive leanings, we have behaved like good Republicans in our financial
lives. We live within our means. We work hard, save aggressively, and donate as
much as we can to charitable organizations. We have health insurance through my
employer, and when we didn’t, we used a Health Savings Account and a high
deductible policy, exactly the “solution” that Republicans are likely to offer
as a replacement for Obamacare.
My family has not relied on public benefits like food
stamps, even though both my husband and I have experienced periods of
unemployment, and my husband, like many white men his age, remains underemployed
and would prefer to work full-time.
Still, we have been lucky.
No, Donald Trump’s election (barring the frightening
possibility of global nuclear war) likely won’t affect us. We’ll read the horrific
headlines and shake our heads in disapproval. We’ll continue to call our
elected officials and express our concerns about Russian hacking, gender
discrimination in healthcare, and the frightening prospect of erosion of legal
protections for marginalized people who should have the same rights as the rest
of us.
We are so lucky.
Here’s where I admit something that most of my friends
probably don’t know. I’m a registered Republican. In fact, when I consider only
my own circumstances and experiences, I’m very attracted to libertarianism,
with its inherent meritocracy and limited federal government focused on defense
and facilitation of commerce.
When I read Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged in 10th
grade, I was completely sold on the gospel of personal accountability. I was a
faithful member of a conservative religion that reinforced those values of
making good choices, working hard, and reaping the blessings that would come
from pulling myself up by my own bootstraps. In that world, financial success
was (and still is) visible evidence of good character, of God’s approbation.
Then I grew up. I read Peggy McIntosh’s essay on white privilege, and it resonated. I read bel hooks’s critique of white feminism, and
that stung, too. I realized that social justice was not a fashionable accessory
to my life; it was the meaning of life.
I learned that life in fact was not fair, that all people
did not have equal opportunities, that even when I’d faced challenges, the
world had been uncommonly gracious and accommodating to me.
This shift in perspective took several years of sometimes
painful self-examination. It took losing my religion, my first marriage, and
most of my friends. In fact, the process is still ongoing. I still make so many
mistakes. But I have learned a few things.
- It’s not about me.
- Past performance is no guarantee of future returns
- Gratitude is the key to happiness.
- It’s okay to make mistakes.
- Being present—for yourself and for the people you love—matters.
- I should give all I can, whenever I can, to those who are not as lucky as I am.
One of my father’s (and my) favorite hymns begins with these
words: “Because I have been given much, I too must give.” For those of us, like
me, who have more than enough, giving to those who have less is the only moral
choice. In fact, as C.S. Lewis wrote, we should give until it hurts.
And then give more.
Sure, on a superficial level, Donald Trump may not hurt me
personally. But the sudden erosion of our democracy hurts all of us. My 2017
resolution is to fight like hell whenever I see others’ rights trampled on. It’s
to join my voice with others who are calling out for justice. It’s to give all
I can, and then give more.
I’d still like to see the Republican ideal of equal
opportunity for all. But today’s Republican Party seems to be dedicated to a
very different platform, one that robs from the poor to pay the rich, that
excludes minority religions, that suppresses free speech, that appeals to fear
rather than calling people to love. These are all dangerous signs of
authoritarianism, and they must not continue unchecked.
In 2017, I will defend my country's promise of liberty and justice for all. I will stay awake.
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Thank you!
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