I watched the first of the Sunday morning CNN news shows: Brian Stelter’s Reliable Sources. The next, with Dana Bash hosting Jake Tapper’s State of the Union, featured Susan Collins. I have no more interest in listening to Collins pretending to be a moderate. From now on, I look only at her votes. I turned off the TV, and went about the rest of my morning. I didn’t return for Fareed Zakaria, who sounds to me recently as if he’s beginning to normalize Trump.
My friendship circle is diverse in ethnicity and social class, but not in political beliefs. All of us are devastated by the sharp turn to the right on the Supreme Court — a turn that is not supported by opinions of a majority of Americans who want environmental protection laws upheld, do not want Roe v. Wade overturned, and want minority voting rights protected. We’re in for a long, hard slog as the constitutional rights of the vulnerable give way to big business interests and the originalist beliefs of the Federalist Society. But somewhere, somehow, my friends and I have to recover our resiliency — hard won, for most of us, with age.
Part of that is finding and focusing on things that are uplifting — like Saturday evening’s Anthony Bourdain tour of Queens. Bourdain showed the ethnic diversity and vibrant immigrant energy of the borough, with the clatter of the overhead elevated trains, the jangle of metal street carts revving up to serve food, the bewildering welter of languages that fall on our mostly-English speaking brains without a hint of the meaning behind, and the dizzying array of food options featuring ingredients most of us don’t know how to buy or cook or serve. That immigrant energy is here, as it has been since the founding of the Republic, fighting for a decent life and to climb the economic ladder. That energy rejuvenates America, makes us who we are.
That energy, to me, has something to do with the resurgence of hope.