As results started to come in last night indicating that Donald Trump was on his way to becoming the next president of the United States, the Canadian immigration website crashed.
So many searches…so many, in fact, that the iconic photograph from the fall of Saigon came to mind.
I understand where those folks are coming from – the frustration at seeing that bloviating orange nightmare winning precinct after precinct churned my stomach. It was very personal and emotional to me because I live in New Orleans, an island of blue afloat in the sea of red which is the great state of Louisiana.
I have been told more times than I can count that I should just move. Some are from friends who live in more welcoming places – places where I couldn’t be fired from my job for being a lesbian or kicked out of a restaurant for public displays of affection with my girlfriend or evicted from my home because the landlord has a moral objection to someone being gender non-conforming.
Some of those who say it are just plain mean – these are the people who snarl out that I should like it or leave it.
The hell I will! Not only is this my home, they need me here.
And we need you here, too!
We need you to stay and do the work to keep this country moving forward. We need ALL of you to help make it better.
As Margaret Mead so eloquently said:
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.
If not you and me, then who?
Here in Louisiana 779,535 votes went for Hillary Clinton. Those voters are my natural allies. The task I choose to accept is to join up with those hundreds of thousands of other people who are also fighting for tomorrow.
I’m a progressive, lesbian, feminist, Democrat living in New Orleans. And I am not alone.