I Believe

My grandmother had a lot of sayings. As I mature, I am amazed at how many of them are spot on, true, and applicable, even today.

For the last eight years, America’s slip has been showing.  That is and expression for when you are misbehaving in public, or doing things that others really should not see.  America, some of us shouted, as racially or hate charged things took place around our country. Stop that! People can see you. The REAL you.

Well, America had a checkup this week, and we now know that her slip showing was only a symptom of a much bigger problem. Her fear, just a symptom. Sexism, just a symptom. Racial tension, prejudice in all its forms, just a symptom. Boiled down to its least common denominator, America is infected. Infected by something worse that the worse virus or illness you can imagine. America is infected with HATE. America is in so much pain that some would say she has cut off her nose to spite her face, trying to get away from the pain.

Many of us are scared, confused, sick and angry. Disconsolate and inconsolable.We are in the throes of grief. In this moment, www cannot see past the moment. We wonder if there is even ever going to be another moment.

But, does this diagnosis have to be a death sentence? Is it? We have four years to find out. Four years to not medicate and cover these symptoms that are fully exposed now, but to FIX them. To fix ourselves.

But how? It’s simple really, but the hardest thing we will ever be asked to do. We must trust, believe, keep faith, and above all LOVE.  It will not be easy because many of the infected will reject, will be afraid of it, will try to destroy. But, if we support each other during these times, keep out heads up, and do whatever we can to lot lose ground, perhaps in four years enough of the infected will be cured and have a clearer vision of what America can and should be when she is well.  I believe in America. I believe in US. I believe in LOVE. ❤


Author: Mercedes' Blog

Poet, Writer

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