November 9th, 2016

Roy Batty

In a Place Without Words (November 9, 1938)

Today is the 78th anniversary of Kristallnacht, and here in American we have elected our own little would-be Hitler. On November 9, 1989 the Berlin Wall came down, and here we are building walls. We learned nothing from history, and we have repeated it.

I did not believe America was this broken, didn't believe her people were capable of so monstrous a misdeed. I was terribly, tragically wrong, and for that I am ashamed, and for that I apologize. On Tuesday, everything that is small-minded and wicked and cruel carried the day, and, for now, we have lost America. Maybe we have lost America forever. A light has gone from the world.

I think I am done as an American writer. I know I am done as an American. I feel as if everything I have written is a lie.

If only I could be angry. I know what to do with anger. But there is nothing in me now but sorrow and shame, horror and fear.

Here in Providence, this graffiti appeared overnight at the corner of Knight and Tell, only a few blocks from my home. The sentiment is simple and absolutely true.

Please, all of you, please be safe as you can be. If you are a person of color, if you are LGBT, if you are Muslim or Jewish or of any faith other than Christianity, if you are a woman – if you are anyone who is not a white, straight, cisgendered, Christian man, please be safe. Very, very bad things are coming, and they are coming very fast. The American electorate has failed. The American experiment has failed us, and in one night a century and a half of civil rights progress has been wiped away. "The blood-dimmed tide is loosed," as Yeats said, meaning something only slightly different.

I love you all,
Aunt Beast