An Old Piece of Writing that, in light of recent events, is Sadly Still Relevant
Below is a piece I wrote for a school issued assignment the Monday prior to election day this past November. The words came from a place of sadness, frustration and fear. In honoring those emotions the piece is very raw and minimally edited.
Maybe these words will resonate with you in some way. If they do, allow yourself to feel the emotions that come but do not lose hope, and never lose the goodness inside of yourself.
Election Feelings from a First Time Voter
By: Giovanna Winning
A blanket of tension coats the crisp fall. The weather turning windy and cold for the day — maybe this is a warning? An unexplainable sadness and dread that even when I laugh penetrates the moment. Preparation grocery shopping commences, and Instagram shows me a bullet lodged in the car of a man. Scarier, the fact, that the man was two blocks away in Richmond.
For the first time, I feel scared.
I am talking to a friend on the phone. This is the friend who can always make me laugh and smile, but today we both sound tired. I laugh, we laugh, but both of us lack enthusiasm.
They tell me about the boarded-up streets in Washington D.C and I tell them — I know. The news on that stuff spreads as fast as the California wildfires. Trump has literally burned a line through our nation suffocating everything but himself in the ash. And yet, why can’t some people see he is bad?
We are taught to put out things that burn, to stay away from fire or your lesson will be learned. Have four years not taught us a lesson? Why do I even have to ask that question? I am 18 voting in my first election, yet I feel like I’m on a grand jury — arguing a sentence. A sentence not on life or death, but on good and evil — having faith in humanity, the central question.
So yes, I am afraid because the politicians are playing a game with the lives of the people they drown in their morning coffee drinks flavored with — voter suppression.
It’s the eve of a new dawn turning, like Christmas, but no presents are lurking. Instead we’ve got anticipation, uncertainty, death tolls rising. A nation of people, many of who are crying … tomorrow seemed so distant. Has it really been four years?
It’s team Republican and team Democrat lining up to play. The ref calls the coin toss the team captains step up to face. Who will call the shot… wait, the coin is in the air.