A Latina family pulls in next to me at this nearly
deserted rest stop where I’ve crashed for the night. I put my breakfast on hold
to hop down and talk with the 40ish womon who is photographing my truck. She
tells me she’s a Californian too, peers at me and asks me if see’s seen me on
tv. I say maybe, if she’s from the Bay but no, she’s from the other California,
Later I laugh at this: the first time my daughter & I
went to California, we both hated L.A. because everyone there was working on
being ‘discovered’ and would ask those kinds of questions. If you admitted you’ve
never been on tv or in the movies, you lost your new friends immediately!
She tells me they are returning from South Carolina so
they haven’t been keeping up with the news. Her warm smiles morph to serious as
she steps closer to me and then states her fears in a low, urgent voice: things
are not good and he’s going to take us into nuclear war.
We share our despair and for several moments, I feel the
heaviness weight my heart down again – but it is a shared despair and fear and
knowing her, even for a few moments, helps strengthen me.
I tell her I KNOW we the people can prevent this war, if
only we have the commitment and compelling desire above and beyond all desires.
And that’s what scares me more than tRump’s warmongering
fascism: our unwillingness to do whatever it takes to END and PREVENT our wars