I don’t know what to write.
I want to write about the recent American presidential election. As an author who writes predominantly about her life as a third culture kid (TCK), I should have a fresh perspective, right?
But every blogger on the internet has given their two cents on this election. There are think-pieces and Facebook rants and outrageous conspiracy theories all over the web. It’s hard to escape it.
I feel like if I say anything, it will just be white noise.
Because what can I say? Do I mock the the vote? Protest?
Do I praise the electoral college? Nod and smile as the new administration transitions into power?
Do I even have the right to a voice? I’m a TCK. What do I know of America?
I’ve voted in a few elections: for a candidate who won and for a candidate who lost, for major parties and for independents.
And it just feels … futile.
Overseas, I lived in a place where democracy is more of a nominal form of government. The president and leaders often run unopposed.
Nepotism is rampant.
Nationalism is on the rise. The history books have been changed to praise one people over the other.
I used to think my home overseas was not unlike my home in America: a melting pot of various ethnicities, religions and cultures. But in the last decade, I’ve seen both of my home countries change drastically.
And I am left disappointed.
Disillusioned.
Vulnerable.
Angry.
Frustrated.
And I’m afraid of becoming apathetic.
I just want to be American.
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