Well, the day has finally come … we will be leaving first thing in the morning to find our new home. It has been a nearly two-year process, trying to find a nation that would accept refugees from the U.S., so hated in the world is this nation. Who would have believed a short ten years ago, when Master Trump won the 2016 election, that it would come to this? Sure, we knew he was inept and inexperienced, but we all thought he wouldn’t last the first four years, let alone stay in office for ten full years!
We applied for asylum first in the UK, for we have many friends there, but after Trump’s unsuccessful attempt to assassinate members of the royal family there, all Americans are persona-non-grata in the United Kingdom. Next, we tried Australia, but ever since those fateful fires in the early 2020s, their economy has been suffering and they simply cannot afford to take on refugees, for they struggle to feed their own people. We tried Mexico but were told “¡Vaya con el Diablo!” We petitioned France, but they stopped accepting refugees from the U.S. after Master Trump had the Statue of Liberty re-carved with his image in place of Lady Liberty’s and renamed it after himself.
And just last week, when we had lost hope of being able to flee the terror that is now our waking nightmare, we received a letter from the Canadian government telling us that we would be welcomed in Canada. We will have only 90 days to prove ourselves useful by finding gainful employment, else we will be sent packing. I am not worried, for I think we will be able to find jobs, even if only in some fast food restaurant. The alternative would be unthinkable and would almost certainly lead to our execution, or at least mine. Now our only concern is getting across the border tomorrow night.
Many have criticized my comparisons of the U.S. today to Germany of the 1930s, but in many ways, this is even worse. Technology and the age of electronic spying have led to a complete loss of privacy. Remember Orwell’s 1984 when he wrote of the ‘thought police’? That is exactly what today’s world is, at least here in the U.S. So far, I have been arrested four times for my writing that was critical of the government. The last time, what I wrote was in a private email to a friend, and within 30 minutes of sending that letter, the police were pounding on my door.
If only people had listened back in 2016, or even 2020 … if only people had voted the madman out back when we still had a chance. We no longer have elections, no longer have a voice in government. We no longer have an independent media … all information, such as it is, is now disbursed by state-run media outlets and carefully censored.
In nearly every city, new prisons are being built to house the political dissidents, those of us who remember what it was like to have freedom of speech and who continue to speak out. There are near-daily executions … very public executions, intended to serve as a lesson for those of us who still think we are allowed to have a voice. “Master Trump” as we must call him now, allows for no differing opinions, and all privileges are only for those who wholeheartedly support him. Our grocery stores are state-run and one must show a valid state ID to even buy food. Many of us have taken to growing vegetables in our small yards in order to survive, for the amount and quality of food available to those of us who are not wealthy is poor.
Thankfully, I don’t have young children or grandchildren, for the schools are now segregated by level of wealth, with the average person’s children receiving only the barest of education, and by age 16 being expected to enlist in the military. For a time, I was teaching the neighborhood children in my own home, the lessons of history and government, but once I was discovered, I was no longer allowed to have children in my home. The history books that are used in the schools are all new … history has been revised by Master Trump – a ‘man’ who has never read a history book in his life. It is whatever he says it is on any given day.
Well, I must go pack the meager bit that I will be able to carry to cross the border tomorrow night. We will be driving up to the Canadian border during daylight, find a place to rest for a few hours, then crossing the border on foot with only a backpack each to carry our belongings. I hope it is a good sign that tomorrow starts a new year – 2027 – and hopefully a new life for me and the girls. Wish us lu – who is that pounding on the door at this hour of the ni …………………..