This morning I allowed myself to shed tears over the future,
I gave into depression and hopelessness.
I fear for my nation over the next four years. I fear for the lasting damage
that can be done by an uncaring and
abusive government. I’m sure I will be driven to tears more than just today,
just like I’m sure I will never allow that feeling of hopelessness and
depression to linger more than a moment.
The attitude and demeanor of a nation are shaped by those that lead it, given the
history of the man now in the White House; the
prognosis is not good. In his inaugural address,
Mr. Trump stated that he was going to give power back to the people, I say we
hold him to that promise with the strength and determination that saw this
country win its independence, that we band together and support each other when
hate and bigotry are arrayed against us, that we never turn a blind eye to
injustice.
This election has awakened in me what had lain dormant for all these years, that is a
deep wellspring of determination that my voice is
heard. I am a transgender woman, no, I am a woman, I reject the need to
label me as anything other than that. If you want to label me, call me brash,
call me strong, call me friend, but you will never call me timid. My name is
Vicki Pech, I am a woman, and it’s time
for me to start roaring!
