This is Tuesday, immediately after Memorial Day; it should be a moment when a variety of emotions rise up. This unofficial but significant day marks the end of summer. Jokingly, for some, wearing white is Tres taboo. Summer loves most likely have been left for pages in a diary. Too soon for Christmas music, but not soon enough for College Football. Perhaps the romanticizing of autumn and its coziness, its let’s take out our sweaters motif, seems like a well-needed break.
But as I write this blog, two sentences seem to be gnawing at my gut and running rampant in my brain. “The value of things that do not contain profit” is the first. As I look around, read, watch, and witness the arrogance of the billionaire class, under the guidance of Trump and the vast majority of Republican politicians, who prioritize anything but health care and the climate, and the impoverished, placing profits over people, I become angry. This demographic goes on and on, getting wealthier, planting more roadside bombs to deter almost everyone else from doing more than survive.
The other sentence that burns my brain is, “manufactured fear!” Once again, Trump and his willing accomplices seem to freely decide who will be the newest demographic to hate, to judge with the indulgence of great hypocrisy. Knowing that most of their cultists are drowning in insecurity, breathing in a lack of introspection, and always looking to point their fingers at the so-called others, it is without any pushback that Trump and the Republicans can invent the newest villains with the snap of their fingers.
The coming of the Fall season, full of change and mysteries ahead, has for me become just another moment in this current moment in the life of this nation, as scary, not romantic, but a bit ravenous. And once again I worry.