But no one seems to hear.
I’m hurting, but I don’t seem to feel.
Self-serving, legitimate action, Stupidity, willful ignorance – who can tell the difference anymore.
When I lashed out in pain at those who had voted for Trump I received admonishments from people who defended their reasoning, defended themselves from being labeled racists, defended themselves as different. They were just ready for a different administration they said. And with reticence I tried to listen, I tried to empathize, I tried to understand.
Only to realize that I was listening to no one.
Because they have nothing to say.
There is no one there.
There are only echos that ricochet off well-meaning deaf walls that were constructed long ago. And those walls will remain standing long after the truth comes raining down. A glaringly obvious acid rain that will be hard to ignore. That rain has come and gone and those echoes remain. I am not racist. Not everyone who voted for Trump is a racist.
That may be true to a certain extent because can a hollow being with no substance truly be anything but an echo?
And you hear.
But you won’t listen.