After Trump was declared president-elect four years ago, I slowly slipped into a dark hole. For a week or two, I tried to read the daily paper (New York Times), but I couldn't keep it up. Journalists seemed to be treating Thump as a president worthy of respect, but all I saw was a lying piece of trash. Trump affirmed my opinion over the course of several years, and lowered the bar even more. I couldn't stand it. Though my wife Jane insisted we continue to get a paper, I stopped reading it entirely. I couldn't bear to wake up every day to a new rash of insults, lies, and criminal behavior.
Plenty of news leaked through my self-imposed barriers, however, and my world got sadder and darker still. I hated being constantly terrorized by the rank ignorance and malevolence of Trump Republicans. I especially hated the glee with which they attacked anyone who didn't buy into their bullshit. And I hated the lies.
This morning I woke up with optimism in my heart for the first time in years. I read the paper cover to cover and rejoiced with every story. I learned that our new president is a thoroughly decent human being with a genuine interest in the well-being of our country. It brings tears to my eyes.
PS There's much discussion ongoing today about healing. It sounds good in theory, and maybe it'll eventually happen. But from where I sit, there are a couple of big roadblocks. First, we can't move forward together without a shared understanding of truth. And second, we can't claim to be a just society without holding criminals like Trump accountable.