Of all the statistics being tossed around from the Presidential election, the one that perhaps surprised me most was that 53% of white women voted for Donald Trump. Not that they should have voted for Hillary Clinton because she was a woman, but because they voted for a man who demeaned women publicly and privately.
(He also bullied and ridiculed the weak, put down minorities, and reviled immigrants. I’m guessing that, unlike those white women, they expressed their disapproval of his behavior with their votes.)
This election spawned a support group called Pantsuit Nation on Facebook, giving women of all ages the opportunity to interact and talk of their passions and frustrations with others who felt just as strongly. But the bravest group of all, I thought, called themselves Republican Women for HILLARY. At a time when even the most assertive members of Congress fear being even slightly out of step with their party line, for these women to publicly proclaim their intentions was, to me, amazing.
Within my own family, some of us were crushed by the election results intellectually and viscerally. When my devastated older daughter went for a walk Wednesday, she came upon this house and, on impulse, felt compelled to ring the doorbell.
She could do little but introduce herself to the woman who answered the door before bursting into tears. The woman, a complete stranger to my daughter, reacted in the same manner. They hugged and sobbed on the stoop before my daughter continued her walk.
Shortly afterwards, the woman changed her sign to this:
To his credit, Donald Trump has been inclusive and gracious in his post-election comments. It would be wise for members of Congress to behave in a similar manner, for most of us are sick of the terms Democrats and Republicans. I for one, would like to simply be American now.
Be honorable when no one is watching. Compromise. That doesn’t mean “it’s MY turn now.” It means working together: mutual concession, respecting each other’s differences. We should be able to manage that. We call ourselves, after all, the United States of America.
Let the hugging begin.