The Morning After
Updated: May 6, 2018
The day after the election...shell shocked and mournful
...I took the train to go to rehearsal.
As I advocate for refugees and Muslims, I am uberaware of what a trump presidency could mean for them.
So as I walked across the platform, I saw a Muslim woman wearing a hijab. She looked like she could possibly be an immigrant or refugee. I hesitated a moment but then, realized I needed to talk to her. It was so fresh. I thought she may feel scared, vulnerable. So without thinking, I walked over and said something about how I noticed her hijab and that I stand by her and I would protect her if need be, that Trump does not represent all of us and that there are still good, open and welcoming people in this world. She smiled softly at me. And then I was crying but I kept going. All my emotions and fear and protections were spilling out. I want you to feel safe, I continued. You *are* welcome here. And I have love for you as a fellow human. My heart...Blah blah blah.
I went on like this for maybe 5 minutes. Seriously. I was on a post-traumatic roll. Then finally, still crying, I paused and smiled at her.
"No english!" She responded apologetically.
Yup. No English.
We do what we can. :)
Keep looking out for each other, world. These are dark times.