Lumos
Oh hi, are you still here? Me too. Remember when I made that big declaration about fighting back with #100daysofhope? Yeah. About that. I don’t know about you but I’m finding it increasingly hard to walk the line between staying informed/active/hopeful and feeling like the end is nigh. Like, real fuckin nigh. Nigh as a kite. So instead of doing what I said I was going to do, I did what any sensible grown-ass woman with a full plate of responsibilities (children, bills, epic Instagram feed, etc.) would do. I buried my head in the world of Harry Potter. Because really who wouldn’t rather listen to Jim Dale read JK Rowling than listen to anyone currently in the White House try to read anything? I mean (unintelligible)...Â
(Warning: Going deep geek here. Feel free to exit the train now. If you know which train I’m referring to, please stay aboard.)
As a long time hard core HP nerd (yep, Ravenclaw) every time I venture back to Hogwarts I’m amazed all over again at what an incredible long-game Ms. Rowling had when writing these books. The characters, details, and threads that appear innocently in the early books only to become hugely significant much later on when shit gets dark - how do she do it? Not to mention the slow, steady build of progressive complications. I mean who thought when Harry first walked into Ollivanders that one day all of our hopes and dreams would hinge on the magical laws of wand ownership in that final epic battle?
So here’s what I’m thinking. Clearly, he-who-must-not-be-named is he-who-must-not-be-named, right? I think we can all agree on this. (Last year when HWMNBN first mentioned the Muslim registry, which is obvs exactly the same as the muggle-born registry, I evangelized about this at a birthday party with other school parents but I’m not sure how well my point was taken. No one else at the table seemed quite as frantic about it as me. In fact, I’m not sure anyone had the slightest idea what I was talking about.)Â
And now I’m realizing that as we approach the first 100 days of this “administration,” we are only in book one.Â
W.T.F.Â
Metaphorically speaking, he doesn’t even have a body yet. In the story arc of our own very real, incredibly unnatural disaster, what’s going to happen to us by the time we reach book seven? Nuclear war? End days? Winter is here? We put on the ring?Â
And who is our Harry Potter - who the fuck’s going to save us? Bernie Sanders? Elizabeth Warren? Or is there some young democrat working out of a cupboard under the stairs that we just haven’t met yet?
Merlin’s beard. We are so screwed.
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