Category: Election
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Dark Night Of The Soul
I am broken. I am not surprised or even shocked by the election results. I definitely wanted, hoped, prayed for a Harris Walz victory. What I feel today is not the devastation I felt in 2016 after Clinton lost. I was blindsided then. Today, it felt like my worst fears came true. I watched the…
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Navigating Despair: Coping with Political Turmoil as an Immigrant Woman
I go around in circles, Doja Cat in my ears crooning “Bitch, I said what I said…” as I scroll through my Twitter feed, my anger on simmer with the constant barrage of opinions that hit me each time I refresh. I screenshot the lyrics and upload with the hashtag #mood. The Presidential immunity ruling…
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A Wave Not A Ripple
As election night concluded and the results trickled in overnight, I refreshed my social media feeds and listened to my They See Blue friends discuss the results. The sense of solidarity and comraderie is something I do not take for granted. We started the evening nervous and bracing for agonizing losses. I woke this morning…
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Disconnect
Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com A viral story about three desi women being harassed by a woman of Mexican descent in Plano, Texas made it rounds through my circles. The outrage was immediate and furious. The reactions ranged from “how could a person with immigrant heritage do this” to “why was the bond set…
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Unsettled
On Saturday, I danced. I never do. This election has had me on edge as nothing has before. In 2016, I was rooting for our first woman President. Trump was a figure in the periphery. Someone whom I did not like based on what I saw. A person who mocked disabled people, eyed women purely…
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Sitting With The Pain
My eyes are glued to my phone, the screen that is being shared too tiny for me to follow. The voice in my ears is talking about some test strategy. I am there mentally but physically I am in the morning sun, walking home after waving bye to my youngest as she boards her morning…
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Election Day 2020
It hits me in waves through the day, this notion that we are living through History. This year, this election, this place that America has in the world, it all comes to what happens today and in the weeks following. Four years ago, I was buoyant. I was hopefully that THE glass ceiling will be…
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Stay Angry. Stay Mad. VOTE
If like me, you watched horrified yesterday as a man nominated to the highest court in the country ranted and raved. If like me, you wondered why was his nomination was not delayed to give time to probe the accusations, this is what I want to say to you: Register to vote if you have…
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Fear
Pattu walked down, groggy with sleep, sleepiness a cloud around her face. I turned to hold her and then pushed her away to go brush. “Amma, did Clinton win?” I did not look at her choosing instead to saute cauliflower, the hot pan sizzling and steaming, obscuring not just my tears. “No Pattu, Trump won.…
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Cultivating Joy
After four days at home, Laddu seemed ready for school this morning. The fever was gone but the sniffles and the broken voice told a different story. “Amma! Where’s my lunch bag?” sealed it for me. After Saathi and the twins left, I helped her with her jacket and she insisted on wearing her shoes…