Welcome to The Blog About Nothing. It’s the 20th of January, and it’s inauguration day in the United States of America. Today is the day that Donald J. Trump will become the 45th President of the United States. It’s also the day that the nation will wave farewell to Barack Obama as he and his family leaves the White House.
It’s a day of mixed emotions to tell you the truth. Last week, I professed my admiration for Barack Obama, and I will miss him. I wish him and his family the best as they transition into the next phase of their lives. Today also marks the beginning of a new presidency, and a new era and admittedly I’m a little nervous right now.
Despite my cautious optimism that I expressed shortly after Election Day, almost nothing has been done to allay my fears that President Trump will do anything to heal the division in our nation. His cabinet picks are frankly underwhelming, and his Twitter habits are a bit alarming.
Also as a person of color, I’m not sure that he has done anything that will reassure my community. His feud with Civil Rights legend Congressman John Lewis was deplorable, misguided, and telling of his lack of conciliation. I find it strange that he will call out someone like Lewis who has decades of experience in government, yet embrace the Steve Harvey’s of the World who know just as much as he does about politics: nothing. His embrace of black celebrities who answer his call, while ignoring those who could actually help him shows me that he has no real plan how to speak to my community.
That alone saddens me. That alone worries me that he views the inner cities, and urban communities as some cesspool full of danger and unrepentance. Then again I guess I’m being naïve. He didn’t show much initiative towards the community as a businessman, so to expect him to do a full 180 and understand it now would be asking too much.
All of this is what I feel this morning, but I’m still going to be cautiously optimistic. Why? I don’t want the President to fail. I don’t want the office to fail. Failure hurts us all, and my day to day life is hard enough, to have additional bad shit like ineffective government that hurts me and my family to be heaped on to it. So my nervousness is not for myself. My cautiousness is not just for myself. It’s for us all.
With all of that said, I plan to watch the inauguration. Assuming my job’s firewall allows me to. I’m still that student of history. I’m still that little boy who remember seeing Dukakis stickers around Kings Plaza when I was 6 years old. I’m still that little boy who watched Clinton’s inauguration, the teenager who watched George W. Bush’s inauguration, and that young man who swelled with pride watching Obama’s first inauguration.
I’m still that man who believes in this nation, despite any personal misgivings and worries. America is already great. I don’t need the 45th President to Make It Great Again. No. I still believe in the pageantry of it all. I just ask one thing of number 45: Don’t mess this thing up.
I don’t expect you to be a unifier. I still expect protests, I still expect dissent, but don’t mess this up. Don’t make it worse. Whether you really wanted this job or not, you got it. Govern for all of us, or you’re out on your tail in four years. Today is day one. Let’s see where we go from here…
I’m done. Thanks for reading.
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