A battle is done. The war continues.
Last night I was speaking on Twitter with our very own Churchlady, and I had this realization:
The fact is that we're in a war. That's what it feels like. I honestly thought I'd live my life without a war. Then I think of all the wars this country has engaged in, and the real people who have suffered, and I feel ashamed. We've been at war since I can remember; now it's affecting me.
Yes. We're in a war. It's a cold war, at the moment, and hopefully it will stay that way. It's a war of words, of ideas. But the war is real.
Ask those who were facing medical penury if the war is real.
Ask those who live in fear of ICE goons if the war is real.
Ask those who fear when they're pulled over by a cop because of the color of their skin if the war is real.
The war didn't start on November 9. It's a war as old as the Republic. It's just that now it's in its terminal phase. It's in the part where it does the most damage, destroys the most lives.
Trump often says that we're in a war to save civilization. In this he's right. This war is to define what kind of civilization we will have, and Trump and his fascists are on the side of the barbarians. It's a war to determine whether our world advances or falls into the chasm. It's a war between hope and nihilism. It's a war to put an end to the proposition that some people are more equal than others.
Last night we won a great victory. It was all the sweeter because it was unexpected. It showed that all the work we've done since November 9 does have a payoff. It's hard. It's frustrating. But that's war. War is not easy. War is not kind. War demands sacrifice. And it will demand more sacrifice over the coming months and years.
Enjoy the victory. But the struggle continues.
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