This morning, I woke up in Myanmar to a world where Donald Trump is President-Elect of the United States.
Yesterday, I spent half a day watching the results roll in, reading post and tweets cataloguing the dismay and heartbrokenness and fear from many of my friends.
Particularly my trans, queer, and LGBTQ friends. My friends of color.
Friends with disabilities, immigrants, Muslim friends, women—anyone
Donald Trump and his campaign have managed to threaten, alienate, or
Harm: encouraging Islamophobia and fear/hatred of Muslim people.
Harm: violence done simply by words—and yes, words hurt.
Harm: categorizing as “less than” or “Other.”
Yes, he and his supporters have done harm. I have no doubt he will do more.
I shared this grief and anger. As the wee hours wore on in the US and early afternoon turned late in Myanmar, I was struck by suddenly not knowing what to do. Not knowing how to put one foot in front of the other.
As I told my friend and colleague Jane, it was hard enough working for LGBTQ rights and working to end gender-based violence during the Obama years (the bulk of my career).