I drive a lot these days.
Up and down city streets and interstates, back roads and highways. I drive my children to school and pick them up hours later. I drive to meetings with clients.
I drive to the gym, to yoga, to meet a friend for lunch, to visit my parents on the other side of town.
I drive to the dry cleaners and the drug store, the office supply store and the grocery. I drive all the time in a city build on motor vehicles.
My days are filled with radio talk shows considering in deep contemplation the state of affairs in our world today. And these days, what I hear on the radio is a lot of analysis, deconstruction and disbelief about what President-elect Trump is doing (or not doing).
Continuing his business involvements. Living in conflict and contradiction to the highest office of the land. Refusing intelligence briefings or State Department prep before phone calls with foreign leaders.
Yelling loud at anyone who dares go against anything he says or does, threatening lawsuits, threatening jail, inciting violence and hatred and fear.
This is our new world leader.
So it makes sense that the radio hosts want to take a look at what’s going on and what it means.
It’s all day, every day, and the election was weeks ago. It’s a done deal. This is our new state of being. This is the direction our nation wanted to go and the majority of the population spoke loud and clear that they were tired of having a respectable, cultured president of a different race than ever before.
It was time, they voted, to turn back the clock. It was time, they argued, to return to the times of separation, isolation and racial and religious discord.
Ok fine. So this is the new way of being. This is what we need to endure for four years – or until the President-elect flubs it up so badly that he’s booted out of office.
I drive a lot and I like to listen to the thoughtful voices of people who give a damn.
But I think I’ve had it with talk. Enough with the dissection and analysis. We must stop worrying and ruminating over what-ifs and this-could–happens.
We need to act.
Today, one of the many journalists interviewed on one of the many shows I listened to asserted that perhaps the mainstream, respected media should have investigated all of these what-ifs on the campaign trail.
He also asserted that it would probably not have made much of a difference if they had.
But I don’t think it makes a difference to do it now.
I think we have a country split in two, with no sense of reassurance or hope or direction for what comes next or how we will be impacted by what unfolds.
And that’s what, I believe, these talkers need to look at.
What do we do?
What can Americans act on?
Where can we find hope?
How can we make it through these years of uncertainty so reminiscent of horrible times past and find our way back to civilization?
How can we heal the huge, huge rifts that so clearly fractured the foundation of this nation?
Practical steps, please.
I’ve had enough with talking. I need to act and so do you.
I need to know so-what – what to do and where to go and how can I, measly little me, make a difference that matters?