On Trump: An Open Letter to the Brokenhearted

On Trump: An Open Letter to the Brokenhearted

Bayo Akomolafe

Coordinating Curator, the emergence network


Let us acknowledge these difficult feelings of loss, these terrifying thoughts that are suddenly very alive in the air today. It is as if Pandora’s Box has not only been emptied out into the world, but that it has been mass-produced and spread out to the corners of all lands. Hope now seems in short supply. We are undone.

I write you because things have indeed fallen apart. While this unspeakable insurgency of despair might goad us into rushing into the next ‘organizational moment’ – the itch to hit them back or do something – I want to invite us to slow down and pay attention to the stark grief that haunts us now. She stares us in the face, this repulsive visitor. If we must survive, we must return her gaze and let her do her important work with us. 

I am a Nigerian living in India. But like most people on the planet that tuned in to the surrealism of the 2016 American presidential campaigns, I woke up to the shocking news that Donald Trump was not only beating Hillary Clinton on election day, but that there was a frightening possibility he could win. And then that distant possibility, once laughably out of the question, became a gut-wrenching reality-to-come. Hillary’s ‘blue wall’ fell to the man who promised to build more; the media people stuttered as their once pristine cast of glossy pundits groped for words; the Mexican peso fell. And in one fell swoop, it felt like America, the so-called home of the brave was exactly that: a place dyed in fear, where braveness would now be required to keep on living.

Ever since Donald Trump became the 45th president of the United States, the internet has been flooded with articles attempting to make sense of this story-bursting, crystal-ball-shattering moment. Politico published a piece with a title that must have resonated with many people around the world: “How did everyone get it so wrong?” The London-based Independent insisted that “Donald Trump would have lost US election if Bernie Sanders had been the candidate”, while Thomas Frank opined on the pages of The Guardian that “Donald Trump is moving to the White House, and liberals put him there”. Across the fractured landscape of YouTubia, self-professed Trumpists – also surprised by their fortune – laughed at liberals, mocking the ‘feminazis’ that thought Hillary Clinton – an admittedly troubled candidate who didn’t seem to have a message beyond insisting on her entitlement – would simply waltz into the White House.     

I will not attempt to pry open the cadaver of this moment – it is probably the case that no post-mortem analysis is good enough to assuage our feelings of shock. What happened is not reducible to a single causative factor or a decidable ‘active ingredient’. The world isn’t that simple. I will however state, in the spirit of full disclosure – the kind of radical honesty we probably need at this time – that I secretly wanted this to happen: I was so invested in the idea of a Sanders presidency (and so mortified by what was obvious to me as an establishmentarian attempt to stifle his voice) that I became possessed by a schadenfreude I couldn’t easily exorcise. I understood the dangers of a potential Trump presidency, but decided even that was better off to the inertia of the neoliberal status quo as embodied by a Hillary Clinton regime. That argument is not easily maintained in the face of the orange predicament we now find ourselves in.

In an all-too-real case of “be careful what you wish for”, I find not relief but a painful sympathy with many who had hoped that the morning of 9th would somehow usher in a more tolerant America. A more beautiful country. A country that cares about its many colours and contours. Now because of Trump and the energies he has activated, minorities are probably less safe. At a time of unprecedented racial tensions and phallic exhibitions of gunmanship, some folks are already dreading their next brief visit to the shopping mall, knowing that the streets are now being painted red with hate, white with racial acrimony and blind nativism, and blue with the authoritarian aloofness of a candidate who promised ‘law and order’. The new America.

It is to these vulnerable ones I write. Those of you that care about diversity, about the environment, about the beauty of queer sexual orientations, about indigenous lands and their right to thrive, and about policing practices that have led to the deaths of many black men and women.       

Without pre-empting Donald Trump or falling into the trap of disillusioned punditry – and yet with a keen awareness of the likely consequences of his presidency – I ask: how do we respond to this? What do we do? How do we recover? What opportunities are presenting themselves to us to work for (with) a caring world? At the time of writing this letter, there is news of revolt on the streets of Los Angeles, Chicago, New York and other American cities. People are protesting the rise of Trump. People are angry. Around this same time, famed documentarian Michael Moore has suggested concerned Americans should ‘fire the punditry’ and ‘take over the Democratic party’. It is impossible to answer the question of what a ‘right’ response is, or to speak as if one is situated outside the swirl and flow of things. I do however want to invite you to try doing something less spectacular…something small, for it is my opinion that with Trump, the seeds of a ‘new’ politics may yet be planted.

When I was growing up in Christian Nigeria, I was taught to think of my life only in terms of its ‘greatness quotient’. I was conditioned early to yearn for prominence. Fame. Fortune. Legacy. Success. ‘Awakening the Giant Within’. Getting to the top. Lasting forever. Those were resonant memes in my developmental years. The figures of Mandela, Bill Gates, Jack Welch, and Jesus were placed before me as aspirational objects. If I did not do all I can to increase my ‘greatness quotient’, my life did not really matter.

I suspect this story is not uniquely mine to tell. We live in a world that places priority in the ‘top’ and discountenances the ‘bottom’. The condition for living a life of meaning and purpose was moral probity: the stunning city of bigness only admitted those who walked the straight and narrow way, I was told.

Well, if all that held true once, November 8 was a spectacular repudiation. Donald Trump, ill-prepared, a self-decorated humble person, and one who had said awful things about women, attained the highest office in America – his face beamed on to the Empire State Building in New York amidst the pomp and pageantry that defined his life. The Joker won…and nothing adds up anymore. Punditry is broken. Polls are broken. The sure-banker firepower of celebrity is broken. Virtue is broken.

Trump strolled to the grand stage up in the front and wrecked it, but in so doing he inadvertently ‘gave’ us permission to inhabit the aisles – to rearrange the entire room. By becoming president, Trump disturbs the idea that the top is worth reaching – not because he is so vile that his new position as president denigrates the office, but because his unprecedented campaign and quest for power shakes us loose to recognize that where we stand is a thick place, sewn through and through with voices and potential and power.

The stunning revelation of these times of upheaval is that ‘winning’ is defunct, and new relational modes are desperately needed: the red tape, the raised chair, the grand stage, the green room, and the white house are not the interesting, glorified objects they once were. The emperor has lost his clothes. This whole idea that greatness is some end goal to be achieved by the morally pure, the experienced, and the hardworking, has itself been reworked. And we are left with an awkward coming to terms with the fact that life isn’t a highway but an ecology of small things and ordinary becomings.

The way forward is thus awkward – or rather, there is no clear algorithm on what to do now except perhaps, among other things, to pay close attention to these twists and turns, these rabbit holes and tricky terrains. To take a critical look at the material details of our lives outside of the lenses of identity politics. An immaculate straight line was never ‘there’ to begin with. We are left with these small lives the media pretends doesn’t really matter until you achieve celebrity status; we are left with the first stuttering words of a politics that invites us to the incommensurability of our small hours, and – in place of our fascination with distant power and oh-so-shiny things – urges an attention to our bodies, our relationships, our communities, our hidden miracles, our own stories, and our own knowings.

Let me spell it out…what I suggest we can do. Please understand that I do not offer these points with any confidence in their stability or with any sort of finality. I offer them sensing that this moment could very well be that bright spot in the middle of a shadow, affording us an opportunity to co-create a politics that does not terminate with concession speeches – a politics that is not tied so stubbornly to single candidates and anorexic voting lines. I sing the songs of other places of power:


  • Embrace the fact that the world is larger than our plots:

The plot of a story is both its gentle guiding hand and its suffocating grip, helping it move along but also blinding it from realizing that life is bigger, sterner, and more promiscuous than its logic. I could have sworn that with Bernie Sanders’ candidacy, the world was finally stepping into an age of deeper justice and beauty – that evolutionary moment we all await. His ‘failure’ to clinch the nomination was a chastising moment for many keen followers of the American primaries. I slowly came to terms with the fact that the world is not beholden to my liberal fantasies. Simply put, the map is not the terrain. The world stretches far and wide beyond our blind spots, our analyses, and our convictions about what justice looks like.


  • Let grief do her work:

Globalizing society hardly has any place left for grief. When we get uncomfortable, we are urged to pull ourselves together and get back on the wheel. I reckon that today’s grief has something to teach us; there is a genius to its workings that allow a shift in how we relate with the world. I do not mean that we should all sit down and hold hands. I do however feel we can acknowledge that we are in a mess, and adjourn the quest for a palliative solution for the time being. Perhaps instead of counting down to 2020, or calling on Michelle Obama to run for office, we can use these days to investigate the edges of our politics. I believe grief disciplines us for this slow kind of work. What is at stake here is more than a liberal agenda, it is how we see the world and therefore how we maintain power structures that no longer serve our fondest hopes.


  • At least for the moment, nurture a suspicion for shiny objects:

We have become a photogenic people – attracted to the spectacular, repulsed by the unseemly. We live in cosmetic pixels. With selfies, Instagram posts, televised news that seems more committed to graphics and bloated soundtracks, and the ongoing digitization of relationships, our lives have been reduced to images – and we are forgetting the art of living in the spaces between those images. We are thus habituated to a regime of visuality that defines what is real to us – and silences/excludes other voices from mattering. Perhaps the reason why most people were shocked by the news of Trump’s win was because they were contained by narratives and material conditions that forced a certain view about America. But then the terrain met the map. We need a new set of eyes.  


  • Find the others:

When things break, we are afforded an opportunity to make reconfigurations. This perhaps is a good time to investigate the contours of our relationships with others, with those we love, with our neighbourhoods, with the strangers who breeze past us in a blur of inconsequentiality. American politics is premised on fixed identity categories – that Democrats and Republicans are essentially two aspects of an adversarial binary. To a large extent, each side sees the other as a noxious blight on the face of the country. The first moments of ‘healing this divide’ is the recognition that even evil has a story, that those persons who hate black people, or curse at ‘the gays’, didn’t just spring out from the earth, fully realized and fleshed out. In a sense that often escapes us, we are unfolding, hyphenated aspects of each other. None of us is on the side of ‘good’. Donald Trump and the people that support him are just as much a product of the same media-infused, economically imperilled, people-denying politics that have created us. In a game of sides, the greatest loss we suffer is the other side. Let us leave room for the outlier, for the strange, and for the unexpected. We are not as ‘sorted out’ as we think we are.


  • Notice the ground upon which you stand:

I like to say that falling could very well be flying, without the tyranny of coordinates. Technically speaking, falling objects are actually the gravitational pull of attraction between objects. I won’t succumb to, or insist that, we are being ushered into a more glorious paradigm of politics…I cannot make that claim. There are however sympathies between place and feet, between our stories and our contexts, that call on us to participate in the sacredness of where we are. What attracts you now? What questions matter to you? What performances of place are pressing themselves upon you? What do you do every day? Where do you come from? Does that question make sense? A friend, Eric Chisler, put this sentiment this way: “Remember the earth. Remember your ancestors. Remember your four-legged, winged, crawling relatives. Remember life. Your life, your way of living, that is the only activism you’ve ever had. Use it. Make your existence a ritual that honors everything your body and words touch. The times are troubled and you are needed. Wake up—notice the consequence of every action and non-action. You are needed. You are needed. You are needed.”  


  • The confusion about what to do next is redemptive:

If you are still confused about what this all means, how anyone could vote for Trump, what the future holds and how to respond to this proto-crisis of sorts, count yourself among the lucky ones. Confusion and uncertainty are how multiple agencies negotiate directionality – and this ongoing process is important. Even inertia isn’t determinately still. We must slowdown in these times of urgency, and allow other agentic forces to reshape us.


It might be the case that within the specificity of your own context, you know what to do. That’s great. March on the streets. Print BLM tee-shirts. Learn how to plant your own food. Investigate your ancestry. Or open a gift shop and invite passers-by to get free hugs. Out of the logic of our emergence, new moments are distilled and new activisms become possible. We must be humble enough to recognize that the ‘right thing’ to do is almost always known in retrospect, and that justice is always justice-in-the-making.


  • Small lives matter:

Finally, don’t beat yourself up for not saving the day. Even if some archaic policy were conjured by the White House, annulling president-elect Trump’s win, it still wouldn’t do much to address the politics that made him happen. The fight is not so much with Trump as it is for a new way of meeting our own selves – a way of speaking with those we consider ‘other than us’. In short, we must turn to each other, for it is in the smallness of our embrace that new worlds burst into life.     


All considered, would it have been great to have a woman president? Yes. That would have assured many of their place in the world and told them that they are valued and needed and worthy of love. And yet, that message finds a more interesting home now that we have lost our way…now that hope seems faraway.     

The politics that knocks on our doors right now doesn’t have to wait for the next four years. Let your campaigns of sacred enlivenment continue.

  • Sieta on November 10, 2016

    I just love this. This is the truth. Thank you.

      • Frida on November 11, 2016

        Your writing has lifted my spirit and reminded me of who, and what, and where, and why I’ve fought to be who I am.

  • Cynthia Hoven on November 11, 2016

    With deep respect for all your words, I have been reading and sharing your work whenever it appears. ……………..Cynthia

  • Martha Vieira on November 11, 2016

    I so much agree with your take on this matter…Yes, the politics that represents me is the one that will bring me and my neighbor truly together and will allow a possible luminous future for the living creatures on this earth.

    • Bayo Akomolafe on November 11, 2016

      Isn’t that an exciting thing to hold on to, Martha? That representational politics is too thin to accommodate the expansiveness of our lives? I feel it is wonderful. Thanks for reading, sister.

  • ilyse kazar on November 11, 2016

    Thank you for calming my panic, and also for reminding me to come back out to the edge of my beliefs about “the way things are.” This letter and some further exploration of your site have invited me into a new psycho-spiritiual-humanistic space that is at this moment reverberating backwards through my life story and repositioning my vantage point when considering the interface of Me In The World, something I’ve always struggled so hard with. Truly. Thank you.

    • Bayo Akomolafe on November 11, 2016

      I thank the world for your life, Ilyse – and you for reading this piece.

  • Janet Cannon on November 11, 2016

    Thank you, Bayo. It has been a very rough time for me- I worked my heart out to save us from “the worst” in my little corner- and we actually did elect some very good people here on the ground. But I live in a “liberal” enclave in Ann Arbor, and even here, I have met good people who felt the only viable option was Trump. The level of hate they expressed for Clinton and “liberalism” has been very difficult for me to process, but I am seeing that if I recast it in my own terms, the bankruptcy of the Democratic Party at the higher levels really makes me just as angry. The difference, though, is that I refuse to let my anger turn to hate. Thanks for this.

    • Bayo Akomolafe on November 11, 2016

      It’s wonderful to hear from you again, Janet. Thanks for sharing your feelings. I felt the same anger. It’s important we meet each other in fragile spaces.

  • Honey Bel on November 11, 2016

    just beautiful! a clear analysis, a lovely, functional set of suggestions for moving forward, and utterly exquisite language…the last person whose writing made me feel this way was Aaron Sorkin

  • Honey Bel on November 11, 2016

    just beautiful! a clear analysis, a lovely, functional set of suggestions for moving forward, and utterly exquisite language…the last person whose writing made me feel like this was Aaron Sorkin

  • Michel Jansen on November 11, 2016

    Thanks, another powerful reminder and hope giving still a bit foggy Path. Nevertheless it sparks with hope and love. Michel

  • Laura Weber on November 11, 2016

    Thanks, Bayo. Reaching back to you with hope and a broken Halleluia… Laura

    • Bayo Akomolafe on November 17, 2016

      Looking forward to many more broken hallelujahs with you, Laura.

  • Morgine on November 11, 2016

    I wondered as the night finished (having no TV thankfully) and I went on line to check things out…what was “really happening?” Were these the real results or voter fraud as Mr. Snowden demonstrated was so easily carried out. How could everyone have been so wrong? I just sat there in wonder, like a child asking her parents how did this happen? This is Not the America I live in! The statistics, (if real), state only 55% or so of the people voted and interviews said, the majority of people voted for someone they did “not want,” just the lesser of two evils.

    I participated in several prayer vigils, for “the highest and best outcome” for the election and as I gazed at my screen Tuesday night, I thought… well is this it? I was like many, left wondering about it all and the deeper meaning behind it.

    In the end, I decided I was not going to allow it at affect me as a human being, a member of an evolving world culture, which before now, was moving towards celebrating diversity and including everyone. Changes I never thought would happen so fast were sweeping across the world. People were joining arm in arm to love and embracing each other, taking strangers into their homes, end homelessness and more..

    It is certainly a time many of us need to band together and show what Real Love is all about. Loving without conditions. Love, deep love no matter what… is how you heal things. It was sad watching people shouting angry, hate filled remarks against Trump’s victory with the same energy with he perpetuated his campaign. Hate is hate is hate regardless of what side you are on. It is a time for LOVE like never before. People who truly hate, are living in pain and fear or what they do not understand and that feels threatening to them. They themselves are not really evil, they are confused. They have lost connection with this own divine nature, their own heart, their own love with which they were created and born with, as a young child. Hate is a learned response, it does not come naturally. You don’t heal hate with anger and rage, you only create more.

    You ROLE MODEL the kind of person you want to meet in the world. You Role Model Love and when that doesn’t yet work, you do it more and more and more. If you look at the most powerful of our spiritual teachers they all role modeled this. It is said that someone who loves themselves and life and All That Is/God/Source… is a million times more powerful than someone who does not and lives from hate. (Power Versus Force by David Hawkins) When we love aspects of Nature, animal friends, our children….we are filled up, we glow, we appreciate each other, we are nurtured and supported, we breathe more easily, we think more clearly, we make better choices. When someone hates, their body tenses up, their breathing becomes shallow, their heart has more trouble beating, they get exhausted more quickly, they make poor decisions, and it takes a couple days to recover from real rage. Our physical body speaks volumes about which choice is better, more evolved and more powerful.

    It is time to Love So Deeply that we melt away the fear around us. We just keep loving until we break down the barriers of misunderstanding and fear. We keep loving.. because we know we are always “at choice” and the choice to love is what will bring us all back together again, regardless of how long it might take.

    • Bayo Akomolafe on November 17, 2016

      “It’s time to love so deeply that we melt away the fear around us.”
      A beautiful sentiment, dear Morgine.

  • Nandini on November 11, 2016

    Thank you Bayo for this wonderful message. Over the weeks leading up to the election, I felt completely drained of energy and found it difficult to focus. There were some crazy energies going around. On the morning after the election, I woke at 6am, feeling very energized. I was unaware of the result and was in disbelief as I read of Trump’s victory. I wondered why it was that I work so early that morning full of energy….the answer came that there is a lot of work to do and we need to be getting to it pretty quick!

  • Julie on November 11, 2016

    Thank you Bayo. Your beautiful, eloquent and inspiring words keep me grounded. I sense a quickening is taking place beneath all the drama. As Charles has said for many years, there is a need for us to gather and that is what I, in my small life, as a cell within the universal body, can do, for now. Much love.

  • Lawrence Koss on November 12, 2016

    On 11/6/16, I sent the following emails to Melania & Donald Trump addressing his role seemingly modeling the world’s largest bully and subsequently winning the electoral college vote for President. They speak to a “paradigm-shifting” possibility here I’ve yet to see as part of the larger awareness and discussion. Perhaps we can further some momentum here together?

    Dear Mrs. Trump (Malania)

    With some personal history in the receiving side of bullying both at home and school, and of late having researched the underlying source of campus unrest and violence at large, I greatly appreciate your recent presentation addressing “bullying”.

    Indeed, I became so inspired I found an extraordinary opportunity for yourself and Donald to set in motion within a single speech “a message that without exaggeration will redirect the world”! I know that sounds audacious, yet I hope you will read the attached letter to Donald and pass it on to him. Too, that your family will support him in this endeavor.

    Without qualification, this very step may well secure the Presidency. Yet even if it doesn’t, what it will set in motion in terms of redirecting systemic patriarchy that sits as foundation to bullying will serve as a catalyst for global change beyond comprehension.

    I hope you find the attached of interest.



    Lawrence N. Koss, M.Ed.
    Beyond Bullying/Earth As One

    Dear Mr. Trump

    Two days before the Presidential election, I would like to offer you an opportunity to establish the greatest legacy any human being could ever offer to this nation and the world-at-large.

    Indeed, this single step may well secure the Presidency. Yet whether it does or it doesn’t, it will nonetheless serve as an unequivocal catalyst sufficient to save life on Earth.

    I write this on the heels of your wife, Melania’s, latest speech addressing the dangers of bullying. This very speech has opened a “huge” door for you to set in motion a critical change in humanity that reaches FAR beyond merely bullying at the level of children and the social media, rather “systemic societal bullying across nearly 5,000 years of human history, if not more.”

    Please note I have explored the underlying source of violence in society ranging from campus unrest to violence at any level of society. In doing so, I have come to view today’s entire “unprecedented global malaise” as a product of bullying at systemic levels that has now reached proportions critical to the survival of our present generation, if not that of our children and grandchildren.

    As reported by the Bureau of Justice, “85-95% of all violence is caused by men, and of the 5-15% caused by women, most have been abused directly or indirectly by men!” This means that the entirety of violence in the world, INCLUDING not merely that between humans but as well the entirety of environmental jeopardy, global hunger, poverty, etc. sits on the doorstep of “patriarchy” – i.e., “men.” This said, our “threshold of survival” depends upon being able to redirect patriarch to what Riane Eisler coined in The Chalice and the Blade as “matrilineal.” We need to “wake-up” as men – and as perhaps one of the toughest, most powerful men in the world – YOU can be the model of that change.

    Yes indeed, you, and perhaps you alone at this point, could make the critical difference to ensure we will survive through a single, heroic yet most humble act delivered in a single speech following that of Melania.

    I encourage you to sincerely admit to this nation (and world at large actually), that from reflecting upon Melania’s comments, you feel compelled to admit that you have very much acted as a “bully” – i.e., that it indeed has become your characteristic behavior. Too, upon this revelation, you have decided you wish to cease this behavior, sincerely apologize to everyone who has been affected by it, and will now do everything in your power to reverse it.

    Can you imagine the “ripple” this will set in motion throughout the world? On a basic level, after the media hits, I see an ever-increasing wave of changed behavior occurring in more and more men. Most importantly, this would begin to increasingly occur among the leadership of patriarchal systems as well, be they commerce, education, politics, or any system dominated by authoritarian male mind serving its own interests versus humanity-at-large. And THEN, as the momentum reaches critical mass, we would begin to see an astounding redirection of powerful global leadership that begins to choose greater “common good” at a level leading to a telling difference in the quality of life for all of humanity and the Earth itself.

    Indeed, this single act by yourself could well turn the world around in manner NOT facilitated and controlled by evermore power and fear, but by evermore heart and love – traits far more common, of course, to women than men.

    And yes – THIS is what is needed in order to soften patriarchal mind in favor of matrilineal balance, heart and whole wellbeing.

    I encourage you to take a step here that most men would not have the courage to pursue. INDEED, I encourage you to stand with your wife Melania at your side setting in motion a new “Donald Trump” who displays amidst his wisdom and strength, the very depth and breath of gentleness and kindness every woman (and child) wants to see in their husbands (and fathers).

    Are you willing to become a true “hero” of the world in this fashion? Can you believe a single act like this could be nationally and globally transformative. Without question, I do.


    Lawrence N. Koss, M.Ed.
    Beyond Bullying/Earth As One

    • Julian Bates on April 14, 2020

      The guy is the biggest and most one-dimensional narcissists that we are ever unfortunate enough to witness. Yes there are many others around somewhere in life -perhaps as bad as this one, but he is where he is, and has NOTHING in him to heed your beautiful suggestions! This is just the facts… Perhapas by now, a few years later, you agree with me – he has no heart, no mind, absolute zilch self-awareness, and just a gut-brain and a very active self-narcissism that is acting most shamefully now in this current pandemic.
      No one could have ever made this up. If it had been a novel, we would have stopped reading before half-way-through, with such a cartoon-character as this -as the president! We have -here in the Uk, admittedly an egoist, an entitled ‘conservative’ PM, but at least he has something inside him, he has human emotions and vulnerabilities; he is not thoroughy dead in his heart + ‘soul’ like the T. phenomenon is!
      I’m afrid you have to just remove it from office -he will not change (-he will continue to lie, self-promote, force doctors to not argue with him publically -and that he is “doing a great job”, and he will lie and lie again, he cannot help it, that is what someone like him will do! Maybe if he was forced to take Ayahuasca in the Amazon and had 6 -12 months of Deep & Loving therapy, maybe he would be vaguely human and be able to connect with the understanding of what you suggest; that there is some life ‘resurrectable’ in him, sure; but now, no chance, alas!
      And he is a denier re our climate crisis. Please please ensure somehow that it does not stay in come Novermber!

  • Maia on November 12, 2016

    Greetings, dear Bayo After your beautiful beautiful words here, and all of the people responding with their own powerful beauty, I am silent inside. I too, woke up with five times the energy and love and knowing. Not the details, but the direction. And here you are putting it into words so clearly it shines. I am sharing your words as widely as I can, all my many active friends, grieving friends, all kinds and colors and countries and species. We. Can be ambassadors for peace and creative response to this “earthquake” which like the other sort, causes the birds to leave for awhile. But they return. They return.
    And not just as they were before. They return with new words on their tongues, new knowledge of where the water is and who is ready to help. I knew that morning 11/9 that I was ready. Bayo, your words have deepend that knowing. My name story-dream which I told to you that day we spoke by phone? This is it. Blessings to you and to all, Maia

  • Tolulope on November 12, 2016

    Simply Awesome

  • David Weber on November 12, 2016

    Bayo.. Thank you, brother. Your words are an important part of a symphony (I’m convinced) which will always be being written. My spirit is lighter this morning for having heard this part of the chorus..


  • Tom Wallek on November 12, 2016

    Bayo….. thank you for your loving leadership and gracious heart. May the spirit speak to every hateful mind and comfort every fearful heart.

  • Victoriya Hageney on November 12, 2016

    Simply beautiful heartfelt authentic message! Thank you

  • Jeanie DeRousseau on November 13, 2016

    After the shock of it, I noticed that I have been changed by the election of Donald Trump. There is in me now an absolute commitment to show up, to be truly present in every moment, doing what I am called to do at every level, from that Presence. Other comments here evoked by your beautiful writing convince me that we are all in the midst of a process, prepared and honed for this moment in time, and I so much appreciate and will pass on your rich beyond-dual thoughts and suggestions. I was especially anchored by your statement: “In a game of sides, the greatest loss we suffer is the other side.”

  • Anya Cordell on November 17, 2016

    Thank you! I’ve skimmed this, and I’ll come back to read it carefully again. It was posted by someone I deeply respect. Here’s my current contribution:
    Good people exist. Save good people. Trump’s throwaway line at the start of his campaign was: “Some, I assume, are good people”, which is actually the key to compel him to absolutely repudiate the multitudes of current assaults & insist his administration do so.
    He must renounce all “good people”, of any group, being targeted in acts of stereotyping and hate. Similarly, Melania Trump stated her mission would be to tackle bullying & harassment of young & vulnerable people. How to hold them both to account; please see, sign on and share this piece: “‘Some, I assume, are good people’–Trump’s Words (& Melania’s Mission) are Their, and Our Call to Action” Anya Cordell, Recipient, Spirit of Anne Frank Award

  • Brenda Carr on December 1, 2016

    Maybe by “seeing with new eyes” we will learn to be citizens of EARTH and care takers of all her life forms.

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