THE HARD WORK AHEAD
JOANNE YOUNG
We always knew, didn’t we, that electing a
woman to be president would be hard work. We hoped it wouldn’t be this hard. We
know the benefits. We know their capabilities. It’s harder than we thought. Even
so, Kamala Harris said after Tuesday’s setback that the fight will continue.
If I don’t see a woman in the Oval Office in my
lifetime, at least I will know that we fought for it, and to hell with those
who stood in our way.
In the meantime, I will choose to fight locally.
Historically, local efforts have been a key to keeping democracy alive.
“If people have more of a foothold in their own
communities, they are then more likely to support the kinds of legislation that
supports the community: education,
health care, you know. And that may be the future of democracy, if not a
national democracy,” says historian Heather Cox Richardson.
There are many politicians here making
important decisions for us – people being elected to the state Legislature, for
example, that is stuck with a stagnant minority of women, around 30 percent, if
we’re lucky. With the recent election, six of those women will be Democrats,
one an Independent, and seven will be Republicans, including Kathleen Kauth,
who will continue her work on a bill that would define K-12 school locker
rooms, bathrooms and sporting teams as either male or female, based on a
student’s sex at birth, and Tanya Storer, who has vowed to “attack the woke
left”.
Our Legislature has 15 Democrats and one
Independent, again, less than one-third of the 49 senators. Historically, the diversity
has also been woeful.
I’ll also mention that all six of the state elected
executive offices are held by Republican white men, some of whom continually
try to subvert the rights of women, children and the electorate.
We have hard work ahead. But hard work is good
work and can be joyful work, Harris said. And the fight for our country and
state and community is always worth it.
It is always worth it.
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WHITE HOT ANGER
MARILYN MOORE
I’m trying, really trying, to bring some order, some thoughtfulness, some peace of mind to this post-election time. I’ve tuned out of the news…I do not need, nor want, to hear boasting, bragging, blaming, fault-finding. I’ve taken lots of long walks, good for the soul, good to counter the excessive leftover Halloween candy bars I’m eating. I’ve spent time with friends; we’ve commiserated, laughed, cried, and sat in quiet contemplation of a horror too great to put into words. I’ve sent checks to organizations that amplify my voice. I’ve sent checks to organizations that meet the basic needs of members of our community; the demands for their services will only increase in the coming years. I’ve tried to identify the issues I care about most, the ones about which I’ll be especially watchful and outspoken in the coming years.
But with all those reasonable, rational, somewhat indulgent responses, I have to admit that deep within me is a white-hot anger, a huge WTF? trying to get out. And sometimes that anger is not deep within at all; it’s right at the surface, as evidence by the WTF. That is language I do not use…and there are moments now that I want to stand on the front step and shout it out to the universe. The anger is that once again, a truly competent, capable, and well-prepared woman has been defeated by a man that is none of those things. And that in the process, he bullied, he belittled, he threatened. Especially women. The language in this election has coarsened our society (see the endless repetitions of Your Body, My Choice said by men about women), and it will not easily nor quickly be diminished. This dangerous language, which denigrates women, will be what our daughters and granddaughters and nieces and great nieces and all women, young and old, of color and white, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, of every education and income level, will live with for years to come. And that makes me very angry.
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10.5
MARY REIMAN
On
November 1st, NPR reported ‘More than $10 billion has been spent
on ads in the 2024 election.’
“Altogether,
$10.5 billion has been spent on campaign ads in the 2024 election cycle, on
races from president down to county commissioner, according to data compiled by
the ad-tracking firm AdImpact and analyzed by NPR. That total is up $1 billion
from four years ago.”
10.5
billion dollars.
What
purpose did those ads serve? Did we not know who we planned to vote for by
October 1st, when it seems an extraordinary abundance of vicious ads
began rolling across our screens, whether through television, newspaper, or
social media.
$10,500,000,000
A few
million could have been used for one week (I would prefer one day only) of
campaign commercials. The rest should have been used to provide food, shelter,
healthcare in our communities. There are so many ways our country could be a
better place for all.
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WALKING THE LINE BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARK....
MARY KAY ROTH
I barely pulled myself out of bed Wednesday morning but my dog, Pip, was
blissfully unaware of the previous day’s nightmarish election. So, we walked and marveled that the sun did
actually rise – quite beautifully.
Nature has always calmed my rawest tears and fears.
Meanwhile I’m also calmed by actually doing something tangible. Subsequently,
last week I gave money to the ACLU and OutNebraska. Subscribed to a few
national publications that bravely covered the campaign. Started exploring
meaningful local initiatives. Held my loved ones close.
I’m truly gutted, reading conflicting analysis of what happened Tuesday,
trying to comprehend the thick, black Sharpie line that divides our
country.
I actually worked the polls this election for the very first time, a
14-hour day with nary a confrontation and record numbers of voters. My favorites were the first-time voters and
most especially brand-new citizens who so proudly announced their delight in
voting – as poll workers handed them ballots and applauded.
In those moments I was feeling so good about democracy – I’ll absolutely
work the polls again,
Today, however, I’m wondering about those migrant voters. Legal or not, I’m terrified for them, as well
as other underserved, marginalized humans of different gender orientations,
racial identities.
My grown kids and I cried together a few days after the election. My son pointed out that our family – middle
class with privilege – may have our ethics crushed over the coming four years
but will likely not be harmed significantly.
The question that looms large for me is whether those of us with
privilege will be willing to stand up for those without – in a toxic climate
that could put us at risk.
Yes, I’ll continue to bask in the golden light of sunrises. But I’ll
also be asking myself if I have the courage to do battle with the dark. As the
days have passed, I’m not really questioning who we are as a nation. Instead,
I’m asking myself, “Who am I and what am I willing to do?”
I’ll know, sooner than later.
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OH, FOR THE LOVE OF DOG!
PENNY COSTELLOIn 1996, I moved to Lincoln, Nebraska from Minneapolis to be
with my partner, Kate. As a single mom, she put herself through law school,
became an attorney, and began her 38-year career as a legislative staffer in
the Nebraska Unicameral. She always drew a clear distinction that she was a
“policy wonk”, not a litigator. And in the coming years I would learn the
difference between policy and politics. And I gained tremendous respect for
those passionate souls in government who worked long and hard to formulate
policy that would improve peoples’ lives, as opposed to the politicians who set
their sites and their priorities on one election cycle after another.
I came to my political awareness with some reticence. I
really didn’t want to spend much time thinking about what was going on in the
legislature, either at the state or national level. Kate challenged me on my
apathy at one point, and my response was anything but apathetic.
“I have a right to be apathetic!” I said. “In my first ten
years, they assassinated John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy, and Martin Luther
King. Not long after that, Watergate happened, and we all learned that our
government lies to us and sells us out. So, yeah, I’m apathetic!”
“Well,” she chuckled, “you’re pretty passionate about your
apathy…” She had a point.
Then near the end of the 20th century came the
state constitutional amendment that declared that Nebraska would never
recognize same-sex marriage or civil unions. One of the most stringent such
laws in the country. So, in 2005, we created our own commitment ceremony,
surrounded by friends and family, including our dog, Dexter, who made sure he
was standing with us as we exchanged our vows. That ceremony made a difference
for us. We felt like a real couple, committed to ‘the we that is us’, as we
like to say.
Ten years later, the U.S Supreme Court mandated that same-sex
marriage would be legal and recognized in the United States. We both happened
to be home that day, and had the TV on when the news broke. A month later, we
became the first same-sex couple to be married in the Rotunda at the Nebraska
Stae Capitol, officiated by Senator Ernie Chambers, the firebrand from Omaha
who had been fighting for equal rights for all for over 30 years. It was a day
filled with unsurpassed hope, love, jubilation, and validation. Definitely one
of the best days of our lives.
When Hilary Clinton ran for President against Donald Trump in
2016, I got my hopes up for the possibility that finally, after nearly a
quarter of a millenium, this nation would select a woman to lead it.
And when President Biden withdrew from the race this past
year, and Kamala Harris became the nominee, that hope was rekindled, until it
was Trumped again. Those hopes were dashed, smashed, and trashed. I don’t need
to regurgitate the outrage, the WTF?!, the how the hell could this happen?
There’s plenty of that all over the news, on social media, and none of it
changes the result.
At least for now, and hopefully for the rest of my life I am
still married to the love of my life. And it’s very clear that I’ll have to
leave that old apathy behind, and make sure to stay informed, involved, and
fulfill my responsibility as a citizen of this democratic country.
In the midst of all this, my two dogs, Boone and Idgy, have
been especially sweet and present. They have been very snuggly, staying very
close by, and giving me that look that says, “You know, if you take us for a
ride in the car, and we go to the dog park, we know you’d feel a whole lot
better. And if we stopped at the drive in on the way home and you got us each a
pup cup, everything would be even better!”
Wise pups. Turns out they were right. Fresh air, dog romps,
looking up at the sky and saying hello to the trees and the birds and the
butterflies, these are the things that ground me, that remind me that, for now,
in this moment, life is pretty darned good. We’ll see what happens in the weeks
to come, but for now, we’re hanging onto those pure, good moments.
They need to
be savored, not squandered in doom scrolling and diatribes on social media. I
can choose where my energy goes, every moment. And as often as possible, I’m
going to hug a snuggly dog. Hit me up if you want to join us for a romp and a
pup cup.
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