Autumn in America
I woke up this morning in a new America. One in which a misogynistic, Islamaphobic, anti-Semitic, ill informed, petulant, no nothing candidate is now the President elect. My first thought as I read the news and the commentary was, “is this how Fascism comes to America?”
Then I looked out my kitchen window and the landscape hasn’t changed. It is still Fall in the mountains, our meadow in the rain has a muted beauty, and my companion of decades is next to me. My love for and devotion to my family and friends hasn’t changed. My anxiety was still there this morning but so were the beginnings of resolve. I am an old man who has spent his adult life in quixotic endeavors with mostly positive outcomes. Now I must find a path forward that protects my grandchildren who will be growing up in a world of unknown menace.
A dystopian future that just yesterday seemed quaintly remote – giving us time to begin to build a locally based economy and support system is a clock that has just been reset.
A new economy, new inclusion, a different kind of franchise, cooperative food systems, local currency, local power, cooperative enterprises, renewed and stronger networks of like minded people, have become urgent endeavors. Despite what will be strong resistance by a significant portion of our population that will look at these ideas unsympathetically, we cannot be deterred.
The five stages of grief, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance are supposedly a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with what has been lost. I am still in denial bordering on anger. Bargaining seems useless, depression is not an option, and I cannot accept this outcome without raging against it. I thought I was done with my life’s work, and was at the stage where I should be passing on my knowledge and experience to a new generation, but instead I must be prepared to participate in the revolution that will be needed to create and implement an alternative to what I fear is our future.