On the date of November, 8th 2016, I woke to droning sounds that filled the still silence of the city of Bellevue Washington. The gleaming white walls of my apartment painted a blank image in my mind of an unexpecting night come. I pour my black coffee as it were any other day nestled among the concrete and trees of my urban landscape. I pour my coffee and make myself breakfast. My body and mind are solemn and coy. As I open my refrigerator I see the two large cans of Mikes Hard and Best Damn Root Bear which I had purchased at the gas station the previous night. This was going to be the most excruciating election night of my life because I knew what's was at stake. The contingency clouded my mind as I looked at the past years alone, and everything I fought for the past eight years. From the moment a groomed billionaire, television personality hit the campaign trail he insulted Hispanics, he mocked a disabled reporter and said he could stand on 5th avenue and shoot people. The words this man spoke were not the words of liberty but of some sort of political anarchy.Yet as I had seen the polls in the recent weeks with Hilary taking a small lead, I felt a sense of formality that buried any sense of overweening doubt. That being said, given the fact Trump was indecorous in the final days of the election only blinded any self-doubt.
As I poured myself some coffee, the steaming smell, and rising mist felt like the little black spot that lingered on the shadowy corners of my mind. I made a quick trip to the bank, the cars came up and down the street like galloping horsemen riding to who knows were. Through the watchful eyes fixated on my suburban wasteland I see Americana stretched out before me. Yet all who came about were silent walking toward a zombie state of living it seemed. As I walked into the bank the tellers seemed motionless and unaware of the bewitching hours that were coming falling upon them. As I put my check into the cash machine and then drove out into the city, the cars shifty passed me by as the wind swiftly began to sing. It began to sing the song the forgotten seasons, the lonely winters, and the forgotten summers. As I approached the city skyline the city had a tint of silhouetted sunlight reflecting off the concrete structures as the city of Bellevue came into its polarizing view. Among the city skyline, the stone glass marvels stood inert among the cold silence of the bewitching hours of election night. As I drive into the city I pass through the ritz and corporate enterprises, and the colors around me begin to turn black, and gray. I feel a sense of noir as I drift into an un-seeming world.
As I make it to the gym I am quick with my workouts, and as I am running on the treadmill I run with impetuous speed as if I am running from or to something. Then like a cold hand creeping up on you in the depth of night, I fixed my eyes on the TV screen. Among the cold hands of time, the sand of the hourglass began to fall. Among the perfect silence the birds do not sing, they let the song of wind sing letting us speak for ourselves. I see the images of Hilary Clinton and Donald Trump side by side on the television screen. As the awakening begins to unfold the drums begin to sound. Then with a pummeling sound, the first numbers of the vote counts are announced.
I bring the view of the polls numbers flickering on the TV screen into a close inspection. The sound of the drums began to quickly dematerialize into the cold silence that reemerged. As I saw the polls numbers, the first numbers showed Trump ahead which was like being struck by falling glass. Not sure what to think of either my optimism or my sense foreboding fear, I left the gym and went straight home. I turned on the TV to one of the local networks, then poured myself a glass of Mikes Hard Black Cherry; and watched the bubbles submerge from carbonated depth. As the first drink was poured I began to taste the sweet sugar, and my unrested soul was then soothed.
The cold perfect silence distilled the atmosphere again, and the cold hands of time bore the hour glass. Out from nowhere, the silence was broken yet again. Across the oceans of the west and east coast, the drums began to pummel once more. The echoes of the forgotten seasons then began to cry out yet again. Motionless and silent among the singing wind, and echoes of the forgotten seasons many cried out to Lady Liberty. Many needed strength and many needed prayer. They were guided through the bewitching hours by the winds song of prayer. Among the fixated patrons of her nation, the wind was now not only singing for those could hear it, but was singing for lady liberty as she stood so solemn. The closing states then were announced, and the drums echoed a timid sound of thunder. It was now that I myself remained hopeful that our lady Hilary would pull through.
As the next states were announced thunder arose from across the oceans of the east and west coast. The nerves of the patrons watching began to turn stone cold as they were foreseeing the evil dictator marching closer and closer to them. A few more states were announced and the stone cold patrons watching began to slowly to turn to actual stone as more states were won by the bronze-faced the devil. As lady liberty began to cower, dark clouds began to slowly drift over the western world. The coldest sense of fear began to fall over the patrons watching for Hilary, It was a fear that was being foreshadowed over the clouds of darkness that were slowly creeping over America. There was a glimmer of hope as a few numbers came in for Hilary. Then what turned out as just dark clouds covering American began to slowly turn into a storm. The numbers for the bronze devil began to expand, and for the crippling fear of those patrons watching. The only ones not crippling with fear were the ones waving the flags of the bronze dictator who had brainwashed their souls into his rise to power. The patrons of Hilary began to grow cold and much like the dark clouds expanding so did their feelings of anxiety. The patrons began to feel apprehensive as the bronze devil was ahead. His shadow began to expand over the rising dark clouds, and tears of dubiety began to mount.
The patrons watching for Hilary began to turn to stone as the watched the storm slowly rise. For the bronze-faced devil, feelings were kairos along with a sense serendipity. It was a race that by all means was looking at an impetuous outcome by all its means. The screams that cried out against liberty began to echo among the oceans and tears began to run from the face of lady liberty, and she heard the cry's her soul slowly died. As the night began to dwindle down, the drums once again slowly began to pummel. The rain slowly started to fall among the Yankee's battlefields that had been fought over the past months. There were bumps bruises and now scars from this battle. As the night dwindled on the numbers, the bronze devil began to expand with Hilary behind by just fifty-eight points. The patrons were told to retreat from the battlefield as the rain grew heavier. A voice of surrender began to echo among the muddy battlefield drenched by the rain as lady liberty began to cry. "Hold me" were the words of the many patrons crying out. Many of the patrons began to hope for one shot of fire power in the cannon. Then as the drums made their final pummeling sounds it then began to echo and reign out across the oceans. Feeling the choking and aching cries of her fellow Patrons watching for Hilary, Lady Liberty's tears began to drench all over the western world. As the drums pummeling sound began to cry out for victory, the red and white flags began to wave. As the red and white flags began to wave out in victory Lady Liberty's tears then began to turn into a calamitous storm that beckoned across the western world. The final numbers were in, and the tears of dejection began to merge with the tears of Lady Liberty; as her patrons were left in a wretchedness ununified anguish under the rising victory of the red and white flags.
As the Bronze Devil known to his people as Doland J Trump arose in victory among the waving red and white flags the tides raised around Lady Liberty, and thunder clashed through the sky. The storms raged around her, and the western world. Then as the army of the Bronze Devil began to chant in victory among the tattered cries of the defeated Yankees left in tears of despair and disbelief fire arose from the torch of Lady Liberty. The flame arose abrupt and combusted into a large blazing inferno where she pointed across the ocean where she stood. With the tides rising around her, the storm brewing, and her torch blazing among the tattering thunder she lifted her finger shouting across the ocean. For once in two hundred and forty years she did not quote "Give me your tired, your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. To spread the light of liberty worldwide for every land" with crying tears drenching her western lands, her torch blazing in fury, and the thunderous storm brewing she cried out in tears for the first time in 240 years "SHAME ON YOU"!!!!!! And the storm-ravaged across her lands with its thunder crashing among every city, who like her were drenched in tears.
With her finger pointed across the ocean and the waters raging she pointed out to cry "SHAME ON YOU. SHAME ON YOU FOR ELECTED A MAN NOT OPPOSED AND BURDENED WITH HATE. SHAME ON YOU FOR LETTING HIM PLAY YOUR SOUL AND POISON YOU MIND. SHAME ON YOU FOR TAKING LIGHTLY TO HIS HATEFUL WORDS. SHAME ON YOU FOR LETTING HIM ENTICE VIOLENCE UPON MY SOIL. SHAME ON YOU FOR LETTING HIS SUPPORTERS GROW IN NUMBERS. SHAME ON YOU FOR NOT MAKING HIM STEP DOWN SOONER LETTING HIM GET THIS FAR INTO YOUR NOMINATION. SHAME ON ON FOR ELECTING A MAN SO XENOPHOBIC HE WANTS TO STOP HISPANICS AND MUSLIMS FROM ENTERING MY FOREIGN LANDS AND BUILD A WALL ONLY TO DIVIDE. SHAME ON ON YOUR FOR ELECTING A MAN IS AGAINST A WOMENS RIGHT TO CHOSE. SHAME ON YOU FOR ELECTING A MAN WHO HAS SEXUALLY ASSAULTED MY COUNTRY WOMEN, AND WISHES TO VIOLATE THE MOST SACRED PHYSICAL TERRITORY. SAME ON ON YOU FOR ELECTING A MAN WHO ANTI-GAY, WHO KICKED PEOPLE OUT FROM THIER HOMES TO BUILD UPON HIS EMPIRE. SHAME ON YOU FOR ELECTING A MAN WHO PICK POCKETED THOSE WHO HE HAS PAID AND FED. SHAME ON YOU FOR ELECTING A MAN WHO DOSENT NOT UNDERSTAND COMPROMISE AND TRANSPARENCY. WHO SAID HE WOULD MAKE MY COUNTRY GREAT WHEN PLANS ON TAKING AWAY THE THINGS THAT TRULY MAKE IT GREAT, AND TARE DOWN OVER FITY YEARS OF PROGRESS INSTILLED BY OUR CHILDRENS CHILDREN. SHAME ON YOU FOR NOT LETTING WOMEN SUCEEDE IN THIS NATION, I STAND HERE AS A STRONG WOMAN AND SOMEDAY HOPE TO SEE A WOMEN STANDING STRONG ON MY COUNTRY PRESIDENT. IT'S BEEN 240 YEARS SINCE MY COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED AND STILL CANT ELECT A FEMALE PRESIDENT, AND ELECTS A MAN WHO DEMONIZES WOMEN AND SEXUALLY ASSAULTS THEM, AND GETS AWAY WITH RAPE. SHAME ON YOU MY MY PEOPLE, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 240 YEARS SHAME ON YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lady Liberty tears continued to drench the ocean around, and once her tears reached her people they began to feel her cry. Then as Lady Liberty's children echoed through the poetry of Walt Whitman, her children poured out into the streets by the thousands to protest the bronze-faced devil. They poured out into the thousands from every city, and all Lady Liberty's children began to cry out for her. There was violence there was fire there was blood but all in name of Lady Liberty and those opposed by The Bronze Faced Devil. With her children crying out for her she did not have to drench to the ocean with her tears.
As far myself I was numb and in disbelief when I came to realization Trump had won. Around midnight I went into me and my fiance bedroom and sobbed with her disbelief. She kept hoping his win was an error and I hoped so as well. I was numb all night, I woke back up around 4am still unable to move. The following morning I could not eat and was very tired from my lack of sleep. Then once I saw Lady Liberty much younger children marching into the street protesting The Trump, I felt a sense of hope. My hope was then reawakened. I went back out into the city to see if any other children were marching out into the streets. Everything still felt gray,black and white and now the city itself felt inhert after the following night. More took the streets and they still continue. I was put on this earth to fight people like Doland Trump, and that's what I shall do.
