Fast forward to now.
Why the return to the realm of social media?
Because in the gap between my last Facebook post with my original profile and the first post with my new profile, I only prowled around on Goodreads, a book rating and tracking social media service.
Because at the end of January, the 45th president began implementing his attacks on America by pushing forward with his administration’s Muslim ban.
That night as protesters stormed U.S. airports and news pundits stood flabbergasted that the president was trying to deliver on his promise for a “total and complete shutdown” of Muslims entering the United States.
It was chaos.
And, I cried.
I cried knowing that this was only the beginning, and what made it evens worse was knowing many of my family supported and voted for the 45th president.
This was a policy they, in casting their vote, wanted to see occur.
It was wrong.
And, that night, as chaos reigned across the country, I followed it all with a newly created Twitter account. I could follow it in real-time, no longer waiting for a news website to update a story.
I livestreamed CNN from my iPad and constantly refreshed my Twitter page obsessively.
Days before, I had felt hope walking the streets of downtown Albuquerque as part of the nationwide Women’s March. Thousands of people gathered together to protest against the xenophobia, racism, corruption, and so much else that the 45th president and his administration campaigned on and would soon begin to implement.
As I watched the ACLU lawyers begin their legal proceedings to put a halt to this biased attack, I felt hopeless again.
And, I knew that I had to do more.
When I returned to work on Monday after the ACLU successfully blocked the ban, a coworker announced during the “what-are-you-thankful-for-minutes-of-sharing” that children she volunteered with asked to go to the airport to protest the ban after a local protest organized through Facebook and began at the Albuquerque airport.
I had missed this.
With no Facebook, I missed a chance to do something about something fundamentally wrong.
It wouldn’t happen again.
In the next month, I made a new Facebook profile.
I made a new Facebook profile because I wanted a blank slate, and I was fundamentally aware that my parents did not want any of my extended family or their friends to find out what they wanted kept back in the closet. A new account allowed me a chance to enter into a social network with people I hoped had my back.
I wrote my post “To Whom It May Concern” and sent it to my parents and brother.
I videoed a reading of that post and posted it to my new Facebook profile and to my Twitter feed.
And over the following months, I would be informed that my mom would not Facebook friend me because she did not want to “hurt” my sisters, and I would inform a family member that while I have a Facebook profile, it would probably be in their best interest not to friend me.
The impending storm of disgust, prejudice, and shock always thundering in the background.
And, so to now.
Now, when my mom posted pictures from her and her parents trip to visit me, I added a friendly comment to her post.
Now, when I think to a time on my high school yearbook staff, I refriended someone, who I had not spoken to in years.
Now, when a friend posts an article in support of the transgender military ban from a blatantly conservative website, blatantly conservative because its is literally called the Conservative Tribune, I commented back with my personal point of view and evidence to support it.
Now, when I go back and forth with this person, I have to decide when enough is enough because neither of us will come to a consensus on this.
I don’t understand her point of view.
The bottom lines is this.
It is discrimination.
It is wrong.
Things are only going to get worse before they get better, and with a presidential administration in perpetual chaos, Facebook is still there.
It is there to “like” a picture of the Sandia Mountains.
It is there to hope for social justice.
It is there to celebrate a friend trying the build-your-own sushi shack.
It is there to resist.
“Gaga Attacks Trump Trans Ban, Then Has Bad Encounter With Iraq Vet”
“Here’s What Actual Trans Military Voices Have To Say About Trump’s Ban.”
“Assessing the Implications of Allowing Transgender Personnel to Serve Openly”
“Trump: I consulted the military about the transgender ban. Military: no, you didn’t.”