And suddenly, without any real warning, fall is here. The equinox was yesterday. Does anyone else feel like they got cheated? The normally long, hot, languid summer disappeared, as it was somehow exchanged for a long series of more or less traumatic events. It’s been such a weird year, with our surrealist summer essentially starting in March, when everything came to a screeching halt.
For several months, we were in Covid limbo, and watched common sense get twisted into a hyper-politicized, nonsensical rage. We watched in horror another colder type of rage emerge, where fellow humans were murdered in broad daylight. I’m proud to say that America keeps responding to the hate-filled outrage with widespread and righteous protests. It proves that we still respond to pain, and possess the motivation to fight back. Let’s keep that up!
Then fires exploded. First in Beirut, and soon thereafter up and down the American west coast. Midwest crops were leveled by a freak Derecho, and the eastern seaboard battered by hurricanes and storms. It really does feel like the Universe is handing out bitch slaps left and right.
And then, the cherry on top. Right before Rosh Hashana, we lost yet another American Civil Liberties icon – the third in less than a year. Nina Totenberg – NPR’s legal correspondent – shared the spiritual significance of RBG’s passing: “A Jewish teaching says those who die just before the Jewish new year are the ones God has held back until the last moment bc they were needed most & were the most righteous.” I found this confluence of events oddly inspiring. I wonder where women would be in this patriarchy, if it weren’t for RBG’s ingenuity and resolve. She was a moral and inspirational trailblazer, and – like John and Elijah – now she too, has passed it onto us.
Obama said it too, as he made the comparison with his and every other black American’s ancestors. We can’t give up – we just can’t. He is right. Don’t know about you, but I take these universal bitch slaps seriously. I want them to shake us all out of our stunned coma. If we all play our part, we WILL see light on the horizon. And it will be the bright light of relief, as opposed to smoke filled fire light. Can you feel it? 40 more days until we can release our collective power to turn this trend around. Tell everyone you know – we can do this! We can do it for ourselves and for Elijah, John, and Ruth.