For the past few days, I’ve been discussing, reading, processing all that has happened and what it might mean and I have left every conversation muttering, “I don’t know…” And that’s just it. I don’t know a lot of things.

I don’t know what will happen to children of immigrants.

I don’t know what people of color will face regarding continued racism in their communities.

I don’t know what economic impact this change in power will have on our country and on the world.

I don’t know if a wall will be built or if people will be removed from the country.

I don’t know if the small incremental changes in healthcare policies will be undone.

I don’t know if any campaign promises were made in earnest or were made to gain power.

I don’t know.

But I do know a few things:

I know that I will raise my children to be tolerant, kind, and generous with their love and understanding of others different from us.

I know that I will continue to have respectful despite difficult conversations about topics of passion and allow for differences of opinions.

I know that at the core, there are more good people than they are bad.

I know that it is easy to take things for granted until they disappear.

I know that I am a representative of my country abroad and that I will not attempt to speak for all of my countrymen and women but rather, that my views are my own.

I know that my children will look up to me first as a parent before looking to our president for how they should behave and treat people.

I know how I am going to respond and behave as a parent, as a citizen, and as a member of my community regardless of who is president, how policies may change, and which branch of government is controlled by which party.

In the end, I know more than I don’t know and what IĀ do know means a lot.

None of us know can control what happens in the future or know how these changes will affect us in years to come, but one thing is for certain, my country’s politics have never defined who I am as a person and they never will.

I was confident in who I was even as a kid. Nothing has changed.
I was confident in who I was even as a kid. Nothing has changed.

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  • Margaret Howland

    Wise words, as usual from you.
    Two things I can tell you, sadly. 1. There have been many attacks on immigrant families, or people who look like they might be immigrants, since Tues. There have also been marches against Trump, some turning ugly. A reporter in SD was shot with a rubber bullet. Others injured too.
    And 2, we know that Paul Ryan is already preparing his bill to reduce Medicare and Medicaid benefits, ready for introduction the first moment he decides it is time. He is touting it on tv. Going to “save the programs”, which are not going under in the present form, by the way.
    He s eems to be holding off on fixing SS (read privatizing) right now.

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