A good bunch of us, it seems, are simply hunkering down and waiting for the inevitable historical course correction, the period of (relative) peace that follows the period of tumult. The period of (relative) understanding that follows the period of cruelty and hatred.
Hunkering down is the safe thing to do. It doesn’t offend anybody. It doesn’t initiate the uncomfortable conversations we tell ourselves we’re not built to have. Hunkering down takes all of the country’s problems and puts them on someone else’s shoulders. Someone who is stronger and braver than we are. Someone who is willing to live out the ideals we claim to hold dear.