In late October 2016 my friend Rachel and I took a road trip north to donate supplies to the Water Protectors encamped at The Standing Rock Reservation. It was an incredible trip full of beauty which became a marker in both our spiritual journeys.
A few weeks later in November, Mr. Trump was elected president. I woke up the morning after the election and on hearing the news my heart just sank. “What about Standing Rock??” I thought, “How can they win with such a person in power?” I was ill with worry for them.
It was such irony, that morning after the election. Here was a man elected to be president, the son of an immigrant, the descendant of immigrants, breathing out threats of deportation to all those he calls “illegal”. While me, an actual immigrant, went to visit the actual natives of this land. They let me stay at their camp, pray with them at their sacred fire, cook in their kitchen, wander by their sacred river, breath in the beauty of their home. They want to protect my children from harmful pollutants. The irony was thick, but chilling and painful.
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