This weekend, Mike and I went to see the film ‘Loving’, a true story set in 1950s Virginia which, at the time, banned interracial marriage. The film traces the lives of a white man and a black woman who fell in love, and who believed they could get around the ban by marrying out of state. Instead, they found themselves arrested (she was pregnant at the time) and at their trial were given the choice of either a 25-year ban from Virginia, or face imprisonment. After several years of exile, the Lovings returned to Virginia with their three young children, but lived in constant fear. Only when their case was successfully brought before the Supreme Court, in 1968, could the family finally breathe easily.
As I was watching the film, it struck me how apt was the timing of its release, given the way Trump manipulated race and people’s fears in this recent election. In part, I found the film uplifting, for it demonstrated how far this country has come regarding race. But I also wondered how far backwards the country might now go.
On November 8th, when it began to look as if Trump would become the next president, it felt totally surreal. ‘We’re watching history in the making,’ I remember saying to Mike. But it wasn’t the sort of history we wanted and we both went to bed feeling fearful, and without a clue as to what the future might bring forth.
The following morning, I had coffee with Millie, a neighbour from Peru. She, too hadn’t slept well the night before and felt anxious. But as I left, Millie said she had seen a lot of different governments come and go in her own country, including dictators, and people had somehow managed to get through it. Perhaps there’s a silver lining, I replied, thinking that the Washington gridlock might finally be broken.
Another of my neighbours, Ella, is from Turkey and each time Turkey is in the news, I always think of her. Over brunch today, Ella told me that she had planned to visit her family in Turkey earlier this year but then the coup happened. ‘How are your family?’ I asked, and she shrugged, resignedly, ‘They are used to it.’ But her (Iranian) husband, she said, still doesn’t feel well after the US election results. I can’t begin to imagine how they both must feel.
During a recent cycle ride, I was reminded of a conversation I had with a health official shortly after Macey and I had arrived in the country. She had asked me how we were settling in and then, what I thought about US politics. I replied that though very frustrating, there was never a dull moment. And she looked at me and said, ‘We need some dull moments.’ How true those words were!
Life goes on and later on during my cycle ride, I came across four wild turkeys and was reminded that Thanksgiving is just around the corner. We plan to spend a few days in Corpus Christi and are very much looking forward to it. The weather is lovely, too, after a recent cold spell, though after stepping my toes into the pool yesterday, I think my swimming days this year are, sadly, over.