A Midweek Meditation On Political Disillusionment

Midweek Meditations is a weekly column written by Julia-Elise Childs where she rounds up her favorite happenings in fashion, art, culture, and beyond. We figure that despite living fast, we should probably catch our breath every now and again.

November in Los Angeles is usually hot and yesterday was no exception. I was stunned by how beautiful of a day it was. The light is golden at 8 am and I watched the palm trees sway as I pass by the Hollywood Bowl. It was an extraordinary morning and I questioned how I could be surrounded by such beauty under such circumstances. Donald Trump is our president. Donald Trump stands for hate, sexism, xenophobia. Come January 20th, this man will be the face of our country.

Watching Trump’s acceptance speech provokes feelings akin to my father’s death. Numbness. Immense grief. A deep awareness of my blackness. A deep awareness of my whiteness. Countless tears. Yesterday was marked by phone calls from everyone I love and sneaking out of the office to exchange hushed words.

“I am so fucking angry.”

“Are you ready to fight?”

“Nothing will ever be the same.”

“We’re gonna be alright.”

“Don’t give up.”

I will not give up and I urge you to not give up either. Please consider donating your time and/or money to Planned Parenthood, Campaign Zero, The Center For Reproductive Rights, The Council on American-Islamic Relations, Earth Justice, The Young Center For Immigrant Children’s Rights or any non-profit organization that speaks to you. Please have hope. Treat each other with love and kindness. Document your injustices. Look out for your neighbors. Do not give up.

We’re gonna be alright.

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