"The Girl in the Headscarf", published today, here, is a dark contemporary piece, that many will unfortunately label as politicial because of its context within this year's divisive and still-contested US election.
It is a piece that many will (incorrectly) believe to be supportive of one major political faction.
It is not.
The fact is, it is not a politicial piece, period. I do not align myself to any political party, and the polarization and lack of any desire for mutual understanding between the predominant factions of the electorate this year, frankly pisses me off.
My story is a human piece.
I have been on both sides of the immigration issue. I am currently living as an immigrant, and when I was resident in my own country, my wife was an immigrant. I have experienced the unsettling feeling of realizing your family are being judged or deprioritized on the basis of their country of origin. I have held that fear for my daughter as she grows, and it not a pleasant thing.
I have also had to consolidate my own feelings of fear and uncertainty at the influx of immigrants to my own country, attempting to rationalize my own fears and concerns and consolidate those with the simple human part of me that understands man's desire to migrate and follow the path that will best benefit himself and his family.
I have witnessed the conflicting, partisan arguments for and against immigration. I have realized that often the people presenting these arguments are often campaiging for self-interest rather than any view they present publicly.
I cannot predict what the new President Elect will achieve in his time in office. I believe that he purposely voiced relatively extreme views on a campaign trail that revealed more clearly than ever, the patronizing and duplicitous pantomime that underlies politics. I believe that somewhere at the outset of his campaign, it was acknowledged that in order for DT to present any real challenge, he must embody the polar opposite of his main competitior, and he did so to great effect.
I believe (more precisely, I hope) that much of the rhetoric utilized on the campaign trail will be abandoned.
The problem is, that my hopes may not be realized.
The dangerous rhetoric witnessed on the campaign trail this year has the potential to become something truly catastrophic. I hope it won't and that we were all unnecessarily concerned.
Talk like we saw this year has its own momentum. It has a dark energy. It has a soul, the power to permeate even good people and turn their often reasonable fears into something larger, darker, irrational and uncontrollable.
My story is essentially about that dark energy. It's about that entity that lives within careless words and sensationalized media coverage. It is a reminder of our shared humanity. It is a warning about the dangers of media indoctrination, lack of critical thinking and passivity.
It is a horror story.
It is based in your street.
And regardless of your politics, it respects you so long as you wish it to remain a work of fiction.