I’m back! Had a little break from blog writing (as I’m sure you noticed….). Mainly because of a general malaise as a result of a) it being winter, b) turning 40 and c) the world seeming to turn to shit.
I’ve always felt that politics was ‘too serious’ an issue for such a blog. Or too Big perhaps. Or too divisive. Problem is, I feel it’s become so entwined with what it means to be a parent in 2017 that I can’t not write about it.
I hate Trump. I hate his ‘politics’ and the fact that he leads America makes me increasingly feel like we’re all in some weird alternate reality. I hate Brexit. I don’t care whether we end up better off as a country economically once we’re out. If that happens to the detriment of other countries, or in conjunction with a sustained rise in hate crimes, it’s not a win in my eyes. The sheer amount of time, column inches, money and effort going into it on the possibility it will be good for us drains me.
Part of me over the past few months has wanted to close down and retreat into myself and my family and close friends. To batten down the hatches and look after ourselves first. Then I realise that that is exactly what the bastards are banking on. That insular, I’m alright, Jack approach. Me first. America First. Britain First. It’s that mind-set that I so abhor, and I need to fight it on a personal level. To look outwards and forwards and not to think everything is hopeless. It just feels like an uphill battle at the moment, fighting the hate and ignorance, and I don’t even know where to start. Because on one level I don’t see it. Of course I don’t, not personally. We’re a middle class family on a nice street and I’ve spent my life surrounding myself with people who I like and who share similar beliefs. I’ve never witnessed a hate crime and had the chance to swoop in superhero-like to Save The Day and Educate a Racist. I don’t know a single person who likes Trump. I know some people who are more optimistic and positive about Brexit than me, but it’s based on the more reasonable arguments, not because they want all the foreigners gone.
I still hold on to the hope that as a society we can do better. I’m up for the fight, and perhaps it starts with the kids. I’ll be dammed if any of this hatred and ignorance and closed-mindedness infiltrates their little minds and becomes part of their personalities.
My mum’s advice is worth remembering: Don’t let the buggers grind you down.
The bastards that is, not my kids.
(Well, sometimes my kids)