I’m just a girl.
The political pundits would categorize me as a suburban white woman.
Apparently that means I’m expected to vote Republican.
I generally do not. I often split my vote down ticket, but I have never voted for a Republican president in my life. (I did vote for John McCain in the 2008 primary, but Sarah Palin … um, no.) In my very first election, I voted for Dukakis. I thought Wednesday, November 9, 1988, was a pretty dark day. But it was nothing compared to Wednesday, November 9, 2016, and the week that followed.
I launched Lift the Lamp because I was deeply saddened by the divisive rhetoric that characterized this year’s presidential campaign. Not that we didn’t also see it in the 2014 midterm elections, or in the 2012 presidential elections, or in the 2010 midterms … But things seem to have gotten so much worse.
Why this is could be debated ad nauseum.
But that the hateful, spiteful, ugly rhetoric is not only continuing but is now ratcheting up to 11 makes me even more depressed.
So, instead of jumping on to the hate bandwagon, I’m trying to spread a little love and kindness and hope and generosity of spirit.
With that, comments are allowed on Lift the Lamp, but you’ll find that mean-spirited, snarky comments will be blocked. If you want to complain about your First Amendment rights being violated, go start your own blog. I’m not interested in pithy retorts that do nothing but stoke the flames of hate. If, though, you want to engage in some thoughtful discussion, go ahead and share your comments.
My name is Kelli. I write and edit and do all sorts of other word- and book- and publishing-related things for a living. But here I share my thoughts, mostly about politics, about society, about current events, and so on. Chances are that a good many people won’t agree with what I write here. I don’t mind that. But I hope that people who don’t agree will read these posts carefully and thoughtfully and respond respectfully. Because hate and anger don’t seem to be getting us very far. We are stuck in a quagmire of animosity. I’d rather we start finding common ground rather than burning effigies of each other. I’d rather we find ways to lift each other up rather than looking for ways to tear each other down.
Let’s lift each other up.
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
—Emma Lazarus, 1883