Dear Readers, I can hardly believe I have not written here since October. Granted, I’ve been cleaning up after the fire—luckily the house did not burn down, though some folks I know were not as lucky. It has been a very difficult time in Santa Cruz County...though, being a strong community, we continue to pull together.
On the larger stage, I can say for myself and others that the final months of the Trump presidency have been nightmarish. Trump dug himself so far in, though, with his incitement to riot, and now his impeachment and—I am quite sure—a real trial in the Senate. Let’s hope so.
Today is Monday, January 18th. Wednesday at noon, Biden takes office and perhaps “our long national nightmare” will be over, as much as it can be over in these troubled times. I remember clearly the relief when Nixon resigned and Ford became President. I also remember the sense that our country had been hollowed out somehow, ragged at the edges, like a wound just starting to debride. We are now a wounded country: Biden and Harris have inherited a country that has been almost as if in an abusive marriage. And it takes time to heal from such things.
Our country need not be forever changed by the evils of the last four years. Yes, the ugliness of white supremacy, lunatic Q-anon supporters, etc, has been let out of the bag...there will be people who will try and act on their worst human impulses. I would not like to be in Biden and Harris’s shoes right now, taking on what they must.
But America has suffered from a pandemic before, been in horrific economic circumstances, battled for civil rights, etc. I believe with strong leadership, we can get back on track, even with the many lacerations inflicted by Donald Trump. His reckoning may very well be on its way.
So, I look forward to Wednesday, and an infusion of hope...and pray for the safety of all who will be on the inauguration platform on that day.
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