All of us – anyone who put their heart, their hopes, and their labor into this election – deserves time. Time to process, to sit with our heartbreak, and to be in community with people we love. Time to do something that brings us joy. Because the road ahead is long. The reality is we are facing another four years of Donald Trump — a man who has spent his life dividing us.
Project 2025 wasn’t just a threat. No, it was a promise. A plan to dismantle the federal government and come for our freedoms and our rights. I don’t need to tell you the impact we’re bracing for. You’ve seen the news. The threat of mass deportations, the promises to defund our public schools, the attacks to reproductive freedom, and deep damage to our democracy.
The second Trump administration is shaping up to be chaos. He’s surrounding himself with unqualified loyalists, people he knows he can count on to carry out his dangerous plans.
Yes, we’re all tired. But we must keep our eyes on the prize. I often say that every successful movement requires three things: imagination, strategy, and stamina.
Our North Star hasn’t changed. We know a better world is possible, and we’re bold enough to imagine what it could look like. The next four years may require new strategies. And it’ll certainly take stamina. We have to dig deep. But the one thing we cannot lose is faith.
In moments like these, I turn to poetry and literature to help me see the bigger picture of this movement that we’re building together – to grasp the language to express how we can carry this work forward. Coretta Scott King once said: “Struggle is a never-ending process. Freedom is never really won. You earn it and win it in every generation,” — and we have no choice but to win.
No matter what they throw our way, I will be here. I will never stop fighting for our collective liberation. For reproductive freedom, for the liberation of Black and brown people, for queer liberation, for those behind the wall, for our immigrant neighbors, for our elders, for anyone who has been left out and left behind.
I hope you will be right there fighting with me.
Onward,
Ayanna