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A Political Sunday

10/25/2020

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For me and many many many others, counting down the days until the 2020 elections started the day after Donald Trump was elected back in November 8th, 2016. We started facebook groups, marched for democracy and equality and began educating ourselves and others about the danger of an authoritarian tyrant taking over the white house. For women, immigrants, people of color and frankly any truly honest patriot to this country - Donald J. Trump's presidency has been a slap in the face. And it HURT. And it still hurts to hear his lies and deliberate call for violence over the last four years.

For us New Yorkers (and though I live in Los Angeles now I consider myself partly a New Yorker forever and ever) Trump has been a laughing stock and a hateful figure for YEARS. His shady real estate deals, notorious racism against the Central Park Five and Obama, and womanizing scandals - have been part of the fabric of the city, an unwanted part, for a very long time. And just as if a 'The Simpsons' episode came to life - the shady character that was hated in New York - exploded onto the world without a shred of shame or integrity. New Yorkers may have hated the guy first, but he sure has many more haters now. But in an epic unfortunate proportions - he also has gained many more new supporters. 

It's easy (and tempting) to disregard his supporters by saying 'they're all misguided', 'they're just following a cult leader', 'What a bunch of conspiracy nut cases!', 'Racists like him' etc. But I doubt minimizing and name-calling would help to flatten the curve of hate in this country. It's been built for a loooooooong time. This country has been practically built on a violent take-down of the native inhabitants, racism and classism with slavery and then segregation, and continuous systematic racism and sexism as a result.

Education and restoration is a long process, and like with sickness - it can take a long time to acknowledge there is a problem, before beginning to heal it. Trump has opened a wound. A deep wound. But it's not a new one. It's a  been buried and poked at for years. It's time to begin the healing, and yes - sometimes the healing process can BURN.

​There are NINE days until the election's deadline.
With more than 225,000 deaths from Covid, vote like your life or your loved ones' lives depend on it, BECAUSE IT DOES.

And DUH -  when I say VOTE, I mean VOTE FOR JOE BIDEN & KAMALA HARRIS. 
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    In April 2020, while experiencing  her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig  pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.

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