December 31, 2016 — North Central Florida

Thoughts on the new year — and they are not good or hopeful or celebratory.

The night was cold, the morning cool, and this afternoon warm. This is winter in Florida — you never know what to expect. I feel the same about this upcoming year. 2016 was disastrous in too many ways to mention, but most particularly due to the election results, and I expect 2017 to be considerably and unbelievably worse and even more unpredictable, much like our weather. I will not celebrate the new year as my husband and I usually do. I see nothing to celebrate. And, yet, I know I will come out of 2017 better than most, certainly better than those who are already bad off, struggling, disenfranchised, fearful, and lacking even a semblance of hope. Other than my femaleness, I rank somewhere near the middle of privilege, certainly not as high up nor as low down on the ladder as others. My position on the privilege ladder has little to do with me and much to do with where and to whom I was born. As wrong as that is, I foresee it getting far worse in 2017 and beyond. Birth circumstances will become an even greater indicator of advantages in life. How can we hope for progress toward equality, justice and fair opportunity, when we have elected as president someone who was born to money and spent his entire life raping our country, destroying people and businesses, and disrespecting our laws and common human decency to make more money? Someone who feels no compassion, empathy or understanding for anyone not like himself? Someone who is a liar, a bully and a traitor? But, even worse are all the Americans who were not born to privilege as he was, the ones who saw who and what he was, and still chose him to be president. Having one man like that is disastrous enough, but having millions like that and like him is appallingly tragic. 2017 is the beginning of a four-year or more downward spiral and perhaps the beginning of the end for our nation. That is what I see for tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. There is nothing to celebrate. The clouds have gathered in the sky here in Florida and the clouds have gathered over the USA.

I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.

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