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Annus Horribilis with a Side of Hope

 




The last day of the year. A day that prompts me to make sense of the last twelve months and to look at what I wrote a year ago. 

There is no, absolutely, no making sense of the last twelve months. So here are a few things I wrote a year ago:

Community disappointments? I think the long slow fizzle of the Lakefront Library is such a missed opportunity but there’s no denying it didn’t set everyone aglow with spark of possibility the way it did for me. 

We still desperately need more housing. 

Resource-hoarding and racism still hide behind pleasant and respectable faces. 

- - Joys and Sorrows, 12/31/2024

I have some small hope for the Downtown Library. Despite recent developments I can’t assume it’s a sure thing. We will be electing a new County Executive and their commitment to seeing this project through will be critical. 

Speaking of the race for County Executive, I take a dim view of folks who think it doesn’t matter what political party you belong to, especially these days. This is probably a post unto itself but I just couldn’t let that go by without saying something. Every single decent human being should be out there loudly decrying the deliberate cruelty and injustice being perpetrated daily, outrages which would not be possible without the Republican Party. 

If you think you can run for office in my community - - and not reckon with that legacy - -  you are mistaken.

As to housing: a recent post on the Columbia Reddit entitled “Let’s talk housing costs” was another reminder of how difficult it is to live here. The premise was hypothetical.

Let's say (hypothetically) I'm a young person who grew up here, just graduated high school, and would like to continue living in Columbia, working at a local shop or restaurant.

Where in Columbia might I afford to make my home? (Either apartment or house.)

It’s an interesting discussion. I was happy to see that people who responded were helpful and not critical. Overall the consensus was that you probably can’t afford to live here as a high school grad working in restaurants/retail unless you live at home with your parents. 

Oh, and that last bit:

Resource-hoarding and racism still hide behind pleasant and respectable faces. 

That’s probably still true but the big change in the last year are the folks who are outright bragging about resource-hoarding and racism, to hell with pleasantness and respectability. 

*****

Thanks to everyone who responded to yesterday’s post about looking for light. I’ve been thinking a lot about that. During our awful house crisis this summer I became acutely aware of small kindnesses from people I didn’t even know: health care workers, waitresses, store clerks, hotel housekeeping staff, library staff, people who answered the phone when I called with questions. A positive interaction from someone like this was often the brightest spot in my day.

We are told day in and day out that these aren’t the important people. That they are insignificant, forgettable, unskilled or without value. This could not be more wrong. I saw them shining and some days they were the only thing that lit my way. 

How can we be light for others without acknowledging their light? 

Onwards to 2026: less cruelty, more justice. Shared light.


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