SAD & BAD
SAD = seasonal affective disorder. BAD = Bush affective disorder. I've got a mild case of the former, heavier as days grow shorter, growing lighter after the winter solstice as daylight pushes back some of the dark. I've got an overwhelming dose of the latter and I see no turning point, no astronomical marker, in the four year shadow looming over us.
I have one friend who has secured sponsorship for residency in Canada. "Not far enough away," most people tell him. This same friend also thinks Bush may not survive the anger, the hatred, he's inspired. This friend says he will not mourn such a loss.
One of my colleagues got an e-mail from his wife on Wednesday. "Come home soon. I'm getting drunk. Call AA in four years."
I have students considering what worlds to apply to rather than what colleges. I have seen outgoing Sarah K., one of the bravest students I've known (hospitalized for life-threatening illnesses more than once), one of the biggest go-getters, reduced to tears, wrestling with despair.
I grope for perspective, for courage in -- where else? -- words, the very medium Karl Rover used so effectively to galvanize fear. One straw to grasp from Terry Tempest Williams' The Open Space of Democracy, a W. H. Auden quotation: "And I know that what is popularly called politics is only part of what causes history to move." (The Prolific and the Devourer. Hopewell, NJ: Ecco Press, reprint edition, 1996, p. 98.) I'm looking for the other causes.
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