I’m still shocked. I’m in disbelief. I can’t believe the American people voted for Donald Trump as their leader. This whole time I thought it was a joke. I know I fall into the “coastal elite” category, but how could anyone possibly choose someone who says such awful things about women, the disabled, and Latinos? He’s so far from a role model. He’s someone I’d never want my students and my nieces and nephews to look up to. I was quite the socialist when I was in college. Can you blame me? I was a Sociology and Afro-American/African Studies major at the University of Michigan. We’re a US hippy haven. I’ve toned it down over the years and am not too involved in politics. I married a moderate who has voted for Kerry, Obama, and Romney. Brent has helped me understand the perspective of Republican America.
Tuesday we had our own election at school. Classrooms voted for their class stuffed pet of choice. Scholars had voter registration cards and voted at a polling center. Our female dominated staff was pumped and ready to celebrate a historic evening. I guess I feel so confused because I assumed Hillary would win. I feel confused because we’ve clearly alienated an entire sector of the population. But did the solution really have to be Trump? I’ve devoted my professional life to ending educational inequality and leveling the playing field for all Americans. Am I missing something?
When something ridiculous happens at school, Alaina looks at me, and in a silly voice says, “What the heck, boss?” That’s what this week has felt like.
Wednesday was rough. Working at a school that is 98% Latino and 2% Black, there was a lot of fear. Fear of the unknown. Confusion. A strong feeling of not being welcome. Shock that so many Latinos voted for Trump.
Brent and I decided to get away from the city. We spent Friday night in Ojai. The short trip consisted of a solo/no music 10 miler. No amazing stats. Just a slow, reflective run. We had dinner at Nocciola.
Brunch at Knead the next morning. (Get the quiche)
I went to yoga at Arrow Heart.
We did some wine tasting at Topa Mountain Winery.
And stopped at Neptune’s Net in Malibu for fish on our drive home.
Today was more of the same. A run with United LA in Manhattan Beach (with two sub-7 miles, and a 6:30 thrown in there at the end), wandering around Abbott Kinney with my bottle of ginger kombucha, a little yoga on the beach. I’m just craving time to reflect. Time to process. Time to understand. Donald Trump is not someone I look up to. He’s not someone who inspires me to be a better version of myself. Maybe I’m crazy for wanting a leader who motivates me to make America a better place. I just feel so sad. I want to turn on the news and listen to a leader who pushes me, makes me proud, and represents us well to the global community. I’m not sure when I’ll get over this. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ok with the result. The one thing I do know I am so grateful to be an educator at EQ3. We have such beautiful children, supportive families, and powerful teachers. Despite the challenges of working in urban education, more than ever know I’m exactly where I need to be.