Posts tagged " US elections "

Why I’ve been silent for so long. Good excuse?

January 22nd, 2017 Posted by Tabula Rasa No Comment yet

Maria Kostaki, one of the organisers of the Athens Women’s March, welcomed those who gathered outside the US Embassy with some simple but stirring words:

“I am here today because I believe that women’s rights, minorities’ rights, LGBT rights are HUMAN rights.

I am here because all of our parents and grandparents fought so hard to provide us with a world more accepting and more equal than the one they grew up in.

I am here because I refuse to let their work be undone. I am here because I want my son to grow up in a world that embraces us all.

Now, I know we won’t wake up tomorrow to a different reality, (though we did today). But this is a start, we and the 2.2 million people gathering in solidarity around the world, are part of something with enormously powerful potential; a movement that stands up to bigotry, hate, racism and cruelty.

Thank you for showing up, you are all amazing, and we are STRONGER TOGETHER.”

On Anger

November 16th, 2016 Posted by Tabula Rasa No Comment yet

“The darkest hour is right before the dawn.”

Thomas Fuller

For over a week, I’ve been watching and participating in explosions of unmanageable anger. Some of us are enraged with Hillary, others are outraged at Trump, some angry at Obama, Greek youngsters in black hoodies burning the streets of Athens who don’t even know who they are angry at, the rest of this country furious with their prime minister and Europe. Others choose to channel their anger into blame, screaming on social media that Bernie was the man, that he would have beat Donald, and saved the world from all this rage. He would have drained the swamp.

If we set our anger aside, just for a moment, we will see that nobody can just pull a plug and drain that swamp. It is deep, parts of it are cemented with hundred of years of human history. We can barely make a crack in glass ceiling, and people are expecting concrete to seep down a little hole.

We are angry because we are scared. Lost. Unsure. Confused.

I am no political analyst, no historian, I’m just a person like the rest of you, a woman, a mother, a writer, a wife, a daughter, a friend, trying to figure out where I fit into this turmoil. Whose side I’m on. What the sides actually are. What side I want to be on in the future. What choices I want to create. Like the rest of you, I have few answers. But one. This can’t be the new normal. From France, to Greece, to the UK and the USA. There is no more room for us to sit back on the couch and simply yell at the TV, blaming the media, our politicians, the system, fate, what have you. There are too many of us on that couch, we’re rubbing against eachother unproductively, we’re white noise, insignificant to the ears of those who matter.

Get up, lets give eachother some room, some air, and make it our job to raise humanity out of the dangerous darkness it is sinking into. It’s what we’ve been claiming we want to do for so long: to be heard, to have a voice, to make a change, a difference. Here’s our chance. And don’t tell me you don’t know how. We know we have the power to make the sun rise. We’ve done it before.

On the other side of the Atlantic

November 8th, 2016 Posted by Tabula Rasa No Comment yet

It’s getting dark here, on the other side of the Atlantic, and I will soon inevitably fall asleep, and when I wake, the world will be a better place. Children all over the world, girls and boys alike, will see it too. They’ll see that hatred, bigotry and racism loses. They’ll see that their mothers, like their fathers, can do what they set their minds to, and they will feel pride for the world that they are growing up in.

We, as adults, will have partly provided them with what we promise them as parents; safety. They will feel comfortable, secure, they will not be afraid.

This election is not only about America, who will be its president, who will try to unite a country so mournfully split. It’s about the rest of us too. The world has looked up to you for too long, America, to simply dismiss a historic election such as this. You are writing history, and it has to be the right one. It must be humane, it must be sane, it must be passionate.

I know a man, a citizen of your country, sick in a hospital bed, who summoned an ambulance to speed him to the US embassy here in Athens, against his doctor’s orders, so he can cast his ballot today.

I’m a member of a miraculous group, Pantsuit Nation, where members’ stories have mesmerized me over the past few days. White gay couples with three black children, Bible Belt democrats, straight New Yorkers, Florida grandmas, Texan lesbians, women terrified of the possibility of the wrong outcome, depressed, anxious, unable to sleep. It’s been an honor to read their stories, for they are stories of hope, true freedom, and acceptance.

I hope my son wakes me in the middle of the night, and while I stumble to the kitchen to warm him some milk, at that very minute, I will hear the shattering of that immense, thick, yet never unbreakable glass ceiling. It will shatter on all of us, all over the globe, and I for one, will take my son by the hand, and dance fearless and barefoot in its pieces, as the sun appears on the horizon.

 

Pieces: a novel

“Pieces” is the winner of the silver medal at the 2017 Independent Publishers Awards (IPPY), and a finalist at the USA Best Book Awards and International Book Awards.

When Clouds Embrace: a children's book

All proceeds from the sales of "When Clouds Embrace" will go to Giving for Greece, a foundation that works to help the hundreds of unaccompanied refugee minors in Greece.