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As David and I wait to read more details of Trump's executive order about blocking refugees entering the US, I'm angry and also terrified for not only our country as a whole, but particularly for the state of immigration and refugee resettlement.
When we began the process of becoming refugee foster parents, I never thought that we would be worrying about whether our child will make it to our home on account of a presidential executive order. As we sit here desperately looking for more information and implications of Trump's horrendous decision (one of many), I can't help but think about the possibility of not having our refugee son or daughter join our family. While we have not met him or her, the feelings of fear and concern keep bubbling up. Will we not be able to be refugee foster parents in the next month as we have been planning and dreaming of for over a year? What will happen to our future refugee son or daughter? What about the other thousands of unaccompanied refugee children who will not be allowed to enter our country?
It's hard to feel hopeful in these dark political times. The last moment I felt truly hopeful for the future of our country was at the Womxn's March in Seattle (pictured above). While standing amongst tens of thousands of powerful women, I felt confident that we could cultivate a community of inclusivity and equality, but now I'm not so sure. I feel helpless and angry knowing that one stroke of our president's pen can drastically and negatively affect the lives of so many.