If we had any doubts before that we needed to claim our power and show up looking like we have some, I hope the election of President Trump, leader of the Fourth Reich, will squelch them.
So let’s stop with the fake fights and resistance, my warrior pigeons. These archives of irreverence and support are for you. Read them. Read about self-care. Read why it’s ridiculous to brag about not owning a suit through the lens of what happened in America last night. Read about your comfort, and why it is not nearly as important to be comfy as it is to make an impression that you are somebody to be reckoned with representing an institution that will not cede to representatives like Mike Pence.
Henceforth, my cookies, PeaceBang will be even less self-censored than before (imagine that!) and cuss freely. Swearing is entirely appropriate — it always has been — so cover your delicate ears if you must or let me name the fuckery as I feel called to do. If you feel called to speak in more dulcet tones, I am grateful for your sweetness. My love doesn’t sound sweet. It sounds nasty, because I am a nasty woman.
One thing I urge us not to do is to blame each other. I will be TOTALLY blaming third party voters for as long as I have the breath in me to do so — (YOU FEWLS!) — but I do realize that’s more of a self-indulgent diversion than a worthy endeavor. I’m just licking my paw and I know it.
Get out of bed, take your Xanax, open your doors, be there for your people. Be there with your people. All we have to do is remember that we were made for this. Truth is always something we can work with. You are called to interpret these times for your people through the lens of God’s reality. Let’s have something more solid to give our communities than “God is still in charge.” If you say that, what does that look like? What does it require of us?
Do justice. Love mercy. Walk humbly with our God. Walk fiercely with our Muslim neighbor, our Mexican neighbor (I literally have both), our sister who is unexpectedly and very unhappily pregnant. Show up fiercely for them. Keep hollering that black lives matter and that “all lives matter” is a sorry rejoinder to that necessary cry of resistance. Keep studying, writing, and witnessing. Feed the hungry. Mobilize your communities. Work hard at keeping networks strong. Worship mightily.
Pray for that fascistic, fear-mongering, completely and utterly unprepared sexist, materialistic, predatory, lying, cheating, thieving humorless, narcissistic asshole who just got elected 45th President of the United States.
It couldn’t hurt.
No need to put that pantsuit away forever. Keep it out. Maybe wear it on Sunday.
Everything we have been talking about on here, everything I have been writing to you for ten years had this coming Sunday and moments like it in mind. Tomorrow morning I have a coffee date with Christian and Jewish colleagues. Tomorrow evening I have a community gathering in my city to strategize local justice initiatives. There will be white folks and black and Latinx folks and gay and straight and young and old. Friday night I will be attending a movie about Syria with a diversity group in the town where my church is. There will be Muslims and Christians and Unitarian Universalists and LGBTQ and disabled and men and women and trans people together. All of these gatherings were planned way before Election Day.
My America looks like that and I have seen all of my American reviled and threatened by Trump. I can’t stay in bed, and neither can you. I send you a large mug of coffee, a hug and all of my love. Go be beautiful. Go be powerful.