The January 6, 2021 protest happened a full two weeks before the president elect assumes office officially. It happened shortly after the dawn of a new year. The January 6, 2021 protest serves as a reminder of what happens when we let the wrong people take control of the government. It is also a reminder that the United States is not always sunshine and rainbows. For those of us who are often marginalized and stigmatized, it is hard to live in this country knowing the things that we do. Contrary to popular belief, the United States is not the safe haven for refugees and immigrants. It is not a sanctuary for those seeking freedom from religious prosecution. Rather it is a place that still has a lot of issues that need to be ironed out. It is a place in which the patriarchy reigns supreme, and one in which to be white means to have the ultimate privilege of safety.
How I Feel About The January 6, 2021 Protest
It started out normal enough
Yesterday was January 6, 2021. I started the day like any other day. I woke up, did my morning work, and then spent a few hours writing before the kids woke up. Yesterday, I wrote a blog post about my true feelings about having to wear a mask. Little did I know how trivial this would seem compared to what would happen later.
After waking up and a quick breakfast of mac & cheese, we got into the car and went to pick up groceries. Once the groceries were picked up and put away, we got back into the car and took a trip to the hospital. My oldest is still sick and so I wanted to get her checked out to make sure that she doesn’t have something more serious. Well, that trip to the doctor lasted longer than I anticipated. For one, we had to wait in the car, and then wait again the room in between talks with the doctor. And then, when we were finally released and ready to go home, after buckling ourselves in, I noticed that the car wouldn’t start.
And then, things took a turn for the worst
Fortunately, I was able to get the car running thanks for one of the staff members at the hospital who came out and jumped the car for me. We were back on the road. After only a quick stop at the gas station to refuel, we drove home in relative quiet. We only stopped once to pick up some medicine at the drive-in pharmacy.
But I should have known that something else was bound to happen after a quiet and peaceful drive. After all, calm and serene rarely happens by itself, Often, it is coupled with chaos. Often, there is calm before the storm.
The storm hits
That afternoon, I logged onto Facebook and saw these posts about protests. I saw people posting about riots and racism. I was confused. What had happened? What was going on? Was this a repeat of the Black Lives Matter riots that happened last summer? Almost every post on Facebook was about rioting and white privilege.
I then logged onto Twitter and saw the same thing. Twitter is a place that I go to find out what’s going on in the world. It is a place that I go to see what topics are trending and what people are talking about. I came across an article about the US capitol being under attack by Trump supporters. This is what I had come home to. This is the storm that had hit us all full force in the nether regions.
How I feel about the January 6, 2021 protest
The January 6, 2021 protest happened in the nation’s capital in Washington DC. On January 6, 2021, supporters of the the current president managed to get inside the capital and wreck havoc and destruction. I won’t go into details here about what they did, as you probably have already seen and heard about it on other places in the media.
What I will go into is how I feel about it. I feel numb and even scared at what happened. When I first heard about it yesterday, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It’s hard to fathom the level of the violence that people are capable of inciting. It’s hard to believe what they are capable of doing when they receive the right amount of pressure.
I don’t like seeing this in the media. It makes me feel unsafe. It reveals the true error of America. It shows many people’s true colors. It shows that some people will do anything in order to meet their own agenda. I just can’t fathom the level of violence that people will incite because of the election, the pandemic, and everything that has happened. It shows that who we elect as leader is supremely important. Who we elect determines the very flavor and substance of this country. It determines what this country has the potential of being. If we elect the wrong person, then we may as well say that all hope is lost.
That is why that we must strive to elect the right person. We must elect someone to the top office who has integrity, moral, and most importantly, love. We must choose someone who seeks to unite, rather than divide. We must choose someone who is not going to put up a wall, but instead will build a wall to bridge and connect people to each other. The person who is chosen to lead is more than just a figurehead. That person is the representation, or the very essence, of this country. They don’t just stand in the Oval Office all day, but rather do what they have to do to guide us where we need to go. And where we need to go is not here. Where we need to go is on a road of tolerance and justice, as well as love and unity.
I don’t know if we will achieve this any time soon. I don’t know if this is even possible. I don’t know if anybody can do this. Perhaps it’s too much of a tall order to expect from anyone. What does that mean? Does this mean that we should simply abolish the current system of government? How do we determine who is the perfect person to lead this country? And how can we determine this when clearly this country is so divided on the issues that matter? As long as we remain so divided, change can’t happen.
So, what can we do to unite? How can we seek to agree on many of these pivotal issues? Or, is it human nature to disagree? What is the best course of action? What happens next?