Once in Detroit, we checked into our hotel, and as nothing conference-related was scheduled till evening, set about thinking up something to do. The conference was on, and flights were (I checked) taking off per usual. And this conference-a women’s conference-was it still going to happen? (So much for the opening night Celebrate-the-First-Woman-President dance party…)īut somehow, strangely, the world seemed not to be stopping or pausing but rather going about its business.
It actually surprised me that planes were running as usual, that the world hadn’t needed to stop, take a deep breath and moan a collective WTF. Susan was as devastated as I and, though much more politically savvy and prescient, equally shocked and blindsided by the results of an election it seemed to just about everyone on the planet Hillary had in the bag. The plan was that my friend Susan and I would fly out together, and our friend Sheila would meet us the next day. As it happened, I had a flight that morning to Detroit, where I was registered for a conference. And it was unimaginable to me that America had made such a choice. Like the world as I had loved it would never be the same again. Or that’s what it felt like to me, anyway.
I don’t know about you, but I think one of the worst days of my life was Nov.
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