Two Americas on Thanksgiving
The morning after the American election, a friend of mine said, “There are two Americas: the one I love and the one that terrifies me.”
Before the election, we Canadians watched America like a sibling watching a family member involved in a bad romance. We wrung our hands as our loved one fell for a person with a string of failed relationships, a history of bankruptcy and little evidence of compassion. We despaired as they fell for the bad boy despite the braggadocio and narcissism that we perceived. We gasped in shock at the ugly and hateful words from some of his friends. We tried to warn our sibling about a history of infidelity and mistreatment of women but, as is often the case, the person we love was so blinded by the excitement, we became the targets of blame and mistrust instead.
And so, we awoke to November 9 like family members on the morning after a wedding day when they turn to one another and say, “I can’t BELIEVE they got married, but they’re stuck with each other now.”
It’s tempting to turn our backs on the unfortunate couple and say, “Best of luck to you then.” But we’re in this together as North American family. We have to support America through what is sure to be a tumultuous relationship.
Oh, America, I give exuberant thanks for all about you that I love with a big open heart: the America of that creates the best entertainment in the world; the America that welcomes us when we travel and gives us food in gigantic portions; the America of outstanding baseball; the America of white sand paradise beaches and snow-capped mountains; the America that swoops in and saves the day.
And on this Thanksgiving, I pray that all about America that terrifies me—racism, guns, threats to women’s rights, oppression of LGBT citizens—that has been dredged up to the surface by Donald Trump as president-elect (full body shudder) somehow—in the way that reaching rock bottom leads to recovery—opens America’s eyes to the path to the highest good.