February 12, 2017… Day 24. Everything is political now; everything is school.
I’ve been reading Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead instead of paying attention to the latest news. I know the novel was written to be painfully relevant to the modern America that existed before Trump was elected. But now there are even more exclamation points and flashing lights on everything.
Not trying to censor C.W. above, just keeping the word out of my mouth.
Steven Miller did the Sunday talk shows for Trump. On Face the Nation, he said that “the world will see” that the powers of the president “will not be questioned.”
The Washington Post points out that Miller refrained from expressing confidence in Mike Flynn.
Meanwhile, Senator Chris Murphy says on Facebook, “Racism still exists.”
According to CNN, Trump got word of North Korean missile strike while dining at a restaurant yesterday, and discussed it right there in mixed company.
Trump and Mark Cuban trade barbs after Trump hears something (?) about Cuban trying to primary him in 2020.
Beyonce at the Grammy’s is resplendent, pregnant, goddess-like, unapologetic. She is the resistance. Jennifer Lopez quotes Toni Morrison and Paris Jackson addresses Dakota Access Pipeline.
A bunch of other political stuff happened at the Grammys but I don’t have TV and it’s getting late for me. I just want to end by saying my book club (at which we discussed Underground Railroad) gave me a lot of hope this afternoon. I’ve been in the club for a few years. It’s about 30 comfortable liberal (mostly) white women, aged 30-70, skewing mostly to the 40-55 age range. All of these women mean well, and sometimes we have good conversations. Often feminist ones. But it has been the epitome of white feminism. And conversations about race have been well-meaning but often a bit awkward, condescending, half-hearted and/or defensive (or just non-existent). Today I found out that every woman in there belongs to one or more of the hundreds of local political action groups that have sprung into being organically since the election. Every woman in there had marched in the Women’s March and then absorbed the messages and criticisms about intersectionality, listened, and took them completely to heart. Every woman in there was keyed into institutional racism and how deep it goes, and how every white American is racist by default. They all had upcoming Black Lives Matters events on their calendars. They all knew that they had been galvanized by the fact that we are living through an emergency, but they also knew that they had showed up late and incompletely–that people of color had also been living all of this since forever. Colson Whitehead’s book was discussed in the now. What to do now. Nothing about it was quarantined safely in the past. It was about the U.S. now and it was about us, in that room. White people. Nobody wanted to escape “politics” and nobody wanted to look away or take a break. Everyone was just vibrating at this furious, alert, intent, moral frequency. And each one represented a tangle of other women that has been talking every day, taking action, and aren’t about to back down or slide into apathy. I’m not trying to give us a pat on the back, I’m just trying to say — if we are this alive to the dangers and engaged in action — that is a sign of how deep down the iceberg goes, how big and serious this resistance really is.