Right
now, my throat tightens to fight back tears as today’s events play out. Only it
isn’t some kind of game. It isn’t a distant country. It isn’t someone else’s
home or problem.
This
reality is our problem caused by angry, gutless people who cultishly defended a
sociopath. He twisted and manipulated with ease all of the weakest points
within our society. He and his enablers stoked the discontent of racists and
misogynists and fanned their smoldering embers of distrust into flames of
“righteous” outrage. He had no substance. He relied on smoke and mirrors—magic
tricks that never hold up in the light of day.
In
horror, I watch the evacuation of members of the House and Senate. I listen,
dumbstruck, as reports come through that key people responsible for the
function of our government have been swept away to safety. A woman, trying to
break into one of the chambers holding congressmen, was shot. I celebrate her
death. Consequences are a bitch.
There’s
no control over the Capitol right now because we have no leadership. We have a
want-to-be dictator. The full measures of our legal system need to come after
Trump, all of his enablers, the followers. White House officials huddle in
their offices and wait for Trump to give a longer, stronger statement than a few
inept tweets.
Biden,
the President Elect, supplies a need our resident narcissist cannot fulfill.
Biden renounces the insurrection and rejects the selfish interests of the
anarchy and chaos spawned by Trump’s insistence that our election was
fraud-filled. His call for Trump to step up will set a tone for Trump to stop
the siege. “The words of a President matter.”
However,
we all know that Trump is incapable of doing what is best for anyone but
himself. Instead of showing leadership, he posts a short Twitter video that
continues his lies about a “landslide election” that was “stolen” and although
the election was taken away from him, his followers, and the country, they
should “go home in peace.” He doesn’t denounce the mob rule that spews
throughout D.C. screaming, “This is Civil War!” An unstable despot-wannabe
grabs hold of conspiracy theories, making them true and real while undermining
evidence and data by shouting louder than anyone else, “Fake!”
The
optimist in me stays glued to our reconvened Congress’s speeches, and the
heartbreak weighs heavily on me. Some determined words bring me hope. I listen
for those who will change the horror of today into honor for tomorrow.
Copyright 2021 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
