Glimmers of Hope

I have been mired in a cynicism that has colored my political views since 2000 and truly, I have had little hope for the future of our nation since the Republican theft of the highest office in the country.

My senior co-worker danced in hate-filled glee across the lobby in my former Silicon Valley business, and all I heard was the sound of checkbooks slamming shut across the country and the crash that swallowed us alive.   Republicans had the reputation of not being particularly supportive of tech.

I was accused in a thread, here on Facebook that I profess to abhor this country.  I do not profess to abhor, I yearn for better.

The two Supreme court rulings have changed my view from here.
 I feel hope for the future.  I feel hope because Bernie Sanders exists and is bringing out record crowds who also yearn for better.

I do not believe people should be left on their own.
We are screamed at that unions are bad and welfare recipients cause the deficit.  We distrust each other.  People are struggling across this country in numbers unseen since the Great Depression. I believe it is government's role, and mine as a taxpayer to care for the weakest among us.

I get in these baffling conversations here,  in the Midwest, that one needs to hoard what one has and defend oneself against their brothers and sisters who need it.  I feel these deep set fears are controlled and manipulated by the corporations that keep wages so low that all are living on edges of economic ruin.

Bernie Sanders is correct.  Minimum wage is starvation wages.  No one should live like this in these United States.  All this economic uncertainty leads to the misplaced fear among us.  Immigrants!
It must be ILLEGAL immigrants.  NO WAIT. ISIS!  Liberals!  It's liberals all wanting FREE health care.  And it has to come out of MY POCKET! SOCIALISTS!


I MUST keep what's mine because I WORKED FOR IT!

and I make $7.25/hour.

How does a person feel after working for decades and all they can make is $7.25/hour?

You are worth $7.25/hour.

How does that make you feel?

Fear.
Misplaced fear.
The politics and exploitation of fear.

For the first time in 15 years, a true feeling of hope glimmers inside of me that change is in the air.