hi all- Meredith here.
Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I found it fitting to wake to grey drizzle this morning. After all, without using this venue as any kind of political bandwagon, things feel pretty bleak. I stayed up late and watched the election results roll in yesterday — and the best I can offer up this morning is a feeling of low-level despair tinged with vague feelings of generalized queasiness.
No – it’s not what I ate: I’m flabbergasted by the fact that last night we elected to give Stephen Harper a majority government. As a student who is also involved in journalism, the arts and in some grassroots community organizations, I think I have a genuine reason to feel some concern. After all – Harper’s track records in supporting the arts, or in fostering open communication with the media, isn’t great. Most of the people in my circle are feeling seriously worried about what’s going to happen next. I’ve got a huge knot in my gut that I worry isn’t going to uncoil itself for at least four years.
In fact, I was feeling so anxious about the election yesterday that I try as I might, I couldn’t concentrate on getting my own work done. So I hopped on my bike and zipped up to Liberal candidate Ted Hsu’s office to lend a hand. This riding was expected to be a very close one — and in the end it was. Hsu only beat out Conservative candidate Alicia Gordon by about 1600 votes. I spent about four hours yesterday afternoon knocking on doors and encouraging people to get out and vote. It’s hard to say for sure if it did any good, but I’m glad I was able to lend a hand.
And so today, here I am, sequestered away at the library, trying to convince myself to get down to work. It’s so hard to focus though – all I want to do is read political rants on-line and try to figure out how to deal with this vast blue wave that feels like it is about to engulf our country.
I guess I’ll just try and focus on what needs to get done: I have writing to do, thesis research, reading, syllabus planning (next week I start teaching grade 7 and 8 students through the SEEDS program again), and other work of various kinds. There is no time for self-pity, friends — there is no turning back time. We’re all just going to have to get on with it — but it doesn’t mean we have to stop fighting.