With the election results a few days removed I’m still not quite sure how to feel or proceed. I have certainly felt a mix of fear, anger, and anxiety as others might have. Especially given what I feel it implies about the country as a whole, and given the extents to which this candidate has gone, and still gotten elected. I’m Mexican, and undocumented. I’m expressly targeted by the president elect’s policies and his past comments and purported future actions. I could go on and say much more, especially regarding how this might effectively mean Republican control of all branches of government (the House and Senate in the legislative, the judicial with the next Supreme Court judge, and the executive in the presidency).
But this post isn’t about that. I mention this because this feeling of anxiety about my future and that of the country, which would take away my work permit, social security, and any guarantees of non-deportation; in a way feels like it’s taking away my dreams for the future.
Any plans of using advance parole to see relatives I have not seen since I was 6, before they’ve died, seem gone. Or plans about my future education or career.
That same anxiety is what today led me to go through my pictures and edit this image presented here. And reaffirms some of photography’s therapeutic effects for me. So, here you go, a picture from that.