I did not watch the RNC on TV this past week. I “watched” it via Twitter, live blogs, and news articles, and that was sickening enough. I have never lived with the delusion that America is a perfect and great country, while maintaining optimism that this democratic experiment would one day bear fruit for all. Women were left out of the Declaration of Independence; blacks were reduced to 3/5 of a person in the Constitution. I am well aware this country was created by privileged white men, for privileged white men. Gains for the rest of us have been slow coming, and incremental. This past week saw an established, long-standing party’s leadership gather behind and support a truly conservative stance in the strictest sense of the word: “a disposition in politics to preserve what is established” (Merriam-Webster). What was established was governance for and by white men; what has been imagined and hoped for and lauded through the years is liberty and justice for all.
I see those ideals fading, buried under racism, misogyny, and fear-mongering, and a candidate and a party who has allowed and encouraged those angry, hateful voices to get louder and louder.
This week’s quiltlet portrays a crying American flag. It is how I feel.