Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

If my life had a soundtrack, Friday’s theme song would have been “It’s The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” by REM. Except I didn’t feel fine. It ran through my head all day as I tried to avoid seeing anything regarding the inauguration. Mostly the refrain, but I looked up the lyrics and found one interesting line:

Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped

Yes, they said trumped. And I have to say, we were all trumped. The majority of Americans, and reporters as well. I truly believe a major reason why Hilary Clinton is not now the 45th President of the United States is that mainstream media fell down on the job.

They dropped the ball, and allowed fake news and spin factories and fear to guide their reporting. But, we allowed it to a certain extent. We fed our need to be right, for salacious “facts”, by posting articles and memes from our own biased sources. I take full responsibility for my part in this debacle.

Friday was a dark day, made more depressing by howling wind and torrents of rain falling from heavy clouds.

Saturday morning, however, dawned with some blue skies and bright sun. I carpooled with friends to the San Diego Women’s March, and felt my spirits soar. So many people, of all ages, genders, races, and creeds, came together to peacefully march in support of all rights: womens’ rights, LGBTQ rights, minorities’ rights, all our rights to clean air and water, and access to affordable healthcare, and future generations’ rights to a inhabitable planet. And so much more.

Our future (and it’s adorable!)

The last two lines from the poet Dylan Thomas’ iconic poem “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” replaced the end of the world:

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Thomas is speaking of death, of course, but isn’t the inauguration of our new President kind of like a death? The death of a dream, the audacity of hope, our naivete? Where do we go from here? Well, there’s nowhere but up.

This is the beginning of a peaceful resistance. I, for one, will not go gently. I will volunteer, donate, and speak up against injustice. This is all completely out of my comfort zone. But we’re in this together. We have to be.

About DeniseV

Hi, I'm Denise. I created this blog to accompany me through the adventure of middle age and beyond. A San Diego native, I dream of retiring to Kaua'i. In the mean time, I travel as much as possible, tend to my day job as a small business owner, and enjoy free time with my second husband and our combined four kids.

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