2020 Post-Election Fog

Well, it’s about f*cking time, y’all — for realz!

As predicted, Biden got elected by a narrow margin and a nail-biting 5 days of watching the mail-in ballot results drip in. That was a nightmare! I still gotta wonder, what kind of world I’m living in where people looked back on the last four years and said “I’ll take another round of that!” Jesus H. Christmas Kringle! I mean, I guess for some Americans the racism, homophobia, xenophobia and misogyny weren’t so bad and, perhaps, were entertaining AF!

A society raised on reality television, hooked on The Kardashians, Real Housewives and a slew of other nonsense, likely couldn’t tell the difference between the last four years and any other form of televised drivel. Watching Trump troll, must be frigging hilarious when you don’t think you have anything to lose. It’s been like having a real life Archie Bunker in the White House. Why not go for a season two of the highest rated show in television history? I kind of like Fear The Walking Dead.

I stick to my prior assessment that Trump supporters ain’t evil or stupid. They lack some basic critical consciousness. They may lack a little bit of empathy. They may have failed to think about the consequences of their choice on people who don’t look like them or adhere to their cultural norms. They’re not bad people, they just didn’t think that far outside of their own experience. Sure, a few Trump supporters were just assholes, but I think those folks were the minority.

It took hundreds of years for the United States to become what it is. It took a lot of conditioning for people to accept what has become the status quo. It’s gonna take a lot more than a brash talking egomaniac (there, I said it) to frighten sense into Americans. I think even liberals were more appalled by the uncouthness of Trump than they actually experienced the trauma of his presidency. We’ll be getting over it for a long time to come—Trump and the culture that gave birth to him.

This may all be premature. There’s gonna be a lot of fallout from the election of 2020. Why wouldn’t the final months of what some consider the worst year on record be a nasty ass mess? I don’t see it that way. I’ve seen much worse than COVID-19. I came of age at the dawn of AIDS. I was hitting my prime as an adult when 9/11 shook the US out of its false sense of security and isolation from the rest of the world. Things could get a lot worse and face it, the left has moved so far to the right, many Democrats are indistinguishable from their Republican contemporaries. Facts! I take this moment to reflect on what we’ve endured so far and the resilience we managed in the face of it all.

I’m not gonna tempt face with no “Bring it on!” bullshit. I can be done, please. I do wanna appreciate the little things. We made history, electing a Black woman to the highest office yet held by a woman in the U. S. more people voted than ever in U. S. history. We can turn the page on what will live on with the likes of Richard Nixon’s resignation speech and George W. Bush reading to that kindergarten class, instead of excusing himself to address a national emergency on 9/11. As for the rest of the mess: This too shall pass.

Pink Flowers

Pink Flowers is a Black trans artist, activist and educator, whose work is rooted in ancient shamanic, African trickster, and Brazilian Joker traditions. Pink uses Theater of the Oppressed, Art of Hosting, Navajo Peacemaking and other anti-oppression techniques, as the foundation of their theater-making, mediation, problem-solving and group healing practices.

She is the founder of Award-winning Falconworks Theater Company, which uses popular theater to build capacities for civic engagement and social change. She has received broad recognition, numerous awards, and citations for their community service. She has been a faculty member at Montclair State University, Pace University, and a company member of Shakespeare in Detroit.

Pink is currently in Providence Rhode Island teaching directing for the Brown/Trinity MFA program, while also directing the Brown University production of Aleshea Harris’s award-winning What To Send Up When It Goes Down. Get performance detail here.

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