I was trying to think of a clever name to use in this post when referring to the man in the White House running our country. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve heard him referred to as Cheeto Satan, Cheeto Mussoweenie (my copyeditor shared that gem), Twitler, Dictator Du Tang, PEEOTUS, Short Fingered Vulgarian, and an assortment of other laugh-inducing titles but for the sake of clarity, I’ll just call him, DT—less impressive but more to the point as there’s nothing humorous about what’s happening in our country as of late.
As I write this, we’re seven days into DT’s new administration, and boy has it been a rollercoaster ride. I’ve never been more afraid to go to bed because I’m not sure what the fuck will greet me when I wake up in the morning.
Right now, I need to be super informed, so I’m all over Facebook and Twitter retaining every bit of information, but then I want to retreat into the solace of fiction. I’ve been reading a lot since November 8th, but my writing has suffered. There are moments where I feel productive as hell and can bang out a couple thousand words during revisions, then there are days where I can’t bear to open my manuscript. Sadly, the latter action is winning more often than not. And really, how am I supposed to write an HEA when my own is uncertain?
Things at the moment are surreal. On Friday, January 27, Trump issued an Executive Order that effectively banned people hailing from certain Muslim countries from coming into the U.S. Oh, and that includes people with green cards and visas. Makes total sense. This ban, of course, did not include countries where he conducts business. *gasp* Surprising, I know.
I’ve been reading online accounts from prominent Muslims who work in the science and medical fields. These individuals who conduct important research are being denied entry into our country to continue their work. Not to mention all the families that are being torn apart by this hateful ban.
I want to shout out to my Muslim sisters and brothers, “I’ve got you.” I want them to know I stand with them. I will protect them. I will provide comfort. I will not stand by while people’s civil rights are being stomped on.
“I’ve got you.”
It’s what I want to say to everyone caught up in this madness. But when I think of uttering that statement, what pops into my head is that scene from Superman 2 when Lois falls out of the helicopter that’s teetering on the edge of the Daily Planet’s roof. Her weightless body falls at an accelerated pace; she screams at the top of her lungs because she believes she’s about to meet her maker, and then, suddenly, she’s caught by none other than Superman. He holds her close, and Lois leans into his embrace.
Their dialogue goes something like this:
“It’s okay. I’ve got you, Lois.”
“You’ve got me? Who’s got you?”
Who has us? Certainly, not our elected representatives. Disappointment doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about some members of Congress and the Senate at the moment. Presently, Muslims and Mexicans are the first groups to feel the burn of DT’s orders. But I fear it’s only the beginning.
We’re all wishing and waiting and hoping that there’s a Superman out there somewhere coming to save us.
In the meantime, I guess we’ll have to hold on to one another.
I should be filled with despair, but oddly enough, I’m feeling optimistic. History has a way of repeating itself, and if a fight is what DT and his administration want, a fight is what they’re going to get.
Writers of the world now is the time to use your voice. Our skills are necessary for this battle. Write to your Senators, write to your Congressperson. Call them. March against injustice. Be defiant but most of all, create. Although many of us are struggling with the changes implemented by DT and his administration, this is the time for us to use our powers for good.
No one is coming to save us. We are the creators of our destiny.
Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple. A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests; for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance is her debut novel. In her mind, the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California.
When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine, and going on bad dates.
For more information on Harper, visit her website: www.authorharpermiller.com