When silence is complicity.

Today, I mourn for more than the life prior to COVID-19. Today I mourn for my country, for our democracy, for the death of so much decency.

Today, we (and the rest of the world) watched a mob incited by an actual President of United States of America, storm the Capitol Building to try to prevent a legal count of electoral votes by Congress. Luckily, the electoral votes were saved, the mob turned away with minimal injury or bloodshed, and the democratic process continues as I write this.

This travesty, this attack on the very heart of the constitutional democracy, filled me with dread, with anger and indignation and more — it filled me with shame. Right now, I am ashamed to be an American citizen, ashamed of the Republican party. Deeply ashamed.

And yet, I am not surprised. I expected nothing else from the pathetic excuse for a man — the bully and thug currently sitting in the White House. The fact that this didn’t surprise me — still doesn’t surprise me — shows exactly what we all know about trump (lowercase intended, as he deserves no honorific).

During my time blogging on Medium, I have tried my best not to write about politics — to stay out of the petty bickering of political parties and their supporters. This is not about political parties.