Loving the Company



Photo by Laura Thomas

The texts started coming in soon after the first Florida  counts.

“I’m scared,” wrote one friend.

“I’m dying,” said another.

“How could it be this close?” implored a third. “What will we do if…”

I was watching the returns—in PJs, with wine and leftover candy corn in hand—at home in Vermont, but my closest friends and family members, scattered around the country, were right there with me.

The messages got more desperate as the results became clearer.

“We are on the verge of arsenic here.”

“Can we look into moving for real?” texted my daughter, at college in California. Her younger sister helpfully forwarded photos of houses for sale in Vancouver and Montreal.

“I hate everyone. Except you guys,” posted one friend in my “Bad Ass Bitches” group chat. We met during the Clinton administration—the first one, we were hoping—and have seen each other through toddlers, teenagers, 9/11, two terms of W., family crises, job changes, and cross-country moves.

Soon the communication took on a different tone—less panicked, more concerned. “Sue?” someone texted a few hours later, after I had fallen into a morose silence. “We’re worried about you. Just like to hear your chatter.” I assured her I was merely despondent, not suicidal. 


Photo by Dave Hohenschau

That night and in the days the followed, we checked in on each other. “How’s everyone doing today?”  inquired one Bad Ass Bitch the next morning. “Sad,” came the answer. “Embarrassed for our country.” “I keep breaking down.” “Waiting to wake up from this nightmare.” Mr. 70 Percent heard from college classmates he hadn’t spoken to in months: “Just touching base. You doing OK?” I even used the Words with Friends chat feature to ask my regular opponents how they were holding up. The responses were predictable, but oddly comforting: “Absolutely wrecked.” “Totally depressed.” “Terrible. More worried for my children than for myself.”

For my entire social network–like those of most other “out-of-touch elitists”–Nov. 8  was a national tragedy, akin to 9/11 or the Challenger explosion or JFK’s assassination. And like all national tragedies, it triggered a deep desire to connect with loved ones, to share our pain, to take care of one another. It reminded us to show our gratitude for those we sometimes take for granted. “I love you,” friends  wrote out of the blue. “I appreciate more than ever that we share the same values,” I gushed to my parents, who are circling 80 and may not have many more presidential votes left.

If there was any consolation to be found, it was in this spontaneous outpouring of support and compassion. At a pocket park in my home town of Middlebury, parents and children used cocw9emjixcaa90-ilored chalk to turn their outrage into flags, rainbow hearts, and messages of hope (pictured above). Around the country, devastated college students soothed themselves and one another with hugs, hot chocolate  and Play-doh. A “subway therapist” in New York provided Post-It notes so commuters could share their feelings about Trump on the platform walls. And taking a page from the opponents of Brexit, Hillary supporters donned safety pins  to show their solidarity with anyone threatened, insulted, or marginalized by Trump–which, let’s face it, is most of us. The overwhelming message, more powerful than any swastika or “white power” chant Trump’s fringe supporters could muster, is that we are in this together, and together we will overcome.

The problem, of course, is that—unlike 9/11—Trump’s victory is a national tragedy only for half of us. We’ll never recover from it unless we can figure out how to extend the compassion we’ve so generously shown each other to those who elected him.





About Susan H. Greenberg

Susan H. Greenberg spent 22 years as a journalist for Newsweek Magazine. She now works as a writer, editor, teacher, and parent of three children, with whom she strives always to maintain a varnish-free relationship.
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11 Responses to Loving the Company

  1. Robert Gilbert says:

    I love your grace note at the end. That’s just how I feel!

    Annie and I sure do miss you both!!

  2. marnj says:

    thanks, g-berg, for your soothing words.
    peace. love. hugs.

  3. Susan Ekman says:

    Beautiful Sue. Trying to “go high” but it’s not easy

  4. Joan burger says:

    Some scientists theorize that there are an infinite number of universes in which all possible events occur. Maybe we can be comforted by the fact that in one of those universes Hilary won!

  5. Roger Marum says:

    Beautifully stated! You capture the not-so-hidden gift in your last sentence–thank you for reminding me of that which I can easily dismiss in my anger and despair–“extend the compassion we’ve so generously shown each other to those who elected him.”

    • Thanks, Roger. It’s easy to forget, especially with the hideous acts of violence being perpetrated by Trump supporters. But I have to believe they represent a tiny fringe minority. It’s the rest of his base we need to try to empathize with.

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