Grief in the Body Politic: Mourning Lost Elections

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 The way we deal with loss shapes our capacity to be present to life more than anything else. The way we protect ourselves from loss may be the way in which we distance ourselves from life.       — Rachel Naomi Remen, Kitchen Table Wisdom

Remen says that the way we deal with loss, as much as anything, shapes how we deal with living. We protest our losses to help us learn what is truly lost and can’t be changed. And sometimes we don’t learn and get stuck living life in protest. Don’t give up what you don’t have to (unless you decide it’s not worth the effort) is not bad advice and a challenge to do and discern. With all that in mind….

I see grieving people and they are talking about voting.

Here in the United States, we are in the midst of a presidential election season. Passions, opinions, rhetoric—everything feels intense. Preparing to lead a social work graduate class on grief and loss, it struck me that grief is in the middle of politics, perhaps especially this year, but not only this year. We talked about this in class, and the presence of loss and the grief in the body politic felt even larger than at first consideration. We are always a grieving people because we all have had personal losses and deaths. In political seasons we grieve together, but we do not grieve the same things.

This year, and every year, there are those of us grieving what has been lost. Our country as we knew it. The familiar feeling of community and who “we” are. Something important and fundamental is gone. We want it back. We want our country back. We want that feeling back and the way the world looked and sounded. It worked for us once before and we are not accepting that it can’t be recovered. We feel in exile with the need to reclaim our home, believing that home as we knew it can exist again. In the pain of our felt loss, we raise our hands and voices in protest. We will not “go gently into that good night.” Anger is on the surface, but it is hurt and fear underneath. What we value is slipping away and it must be protected.

This year, every year, there are those of us grieving the loss of security about gains won and progress made. We hold to the thought that “the arc of the moral universe…bends towards justice,” yet what if what has been accomplished is undone? Coming so far, we fear not just stagnation in our journey to the more perfect union but retreat. We see potentials up ahead, more progress within our grasp, but the ground is not firm and the way is threatened. Can we grieve that we have not yet experienced—a loss of hopes, dreams and aspirations? Yes, but not without a fight. Life has been struggle, every past gain has been struggle, and it is no time to rest. In the pain of our felt loss, we raise our hands and voices in protest. We will not “go gently into that good night.” Anger is on the surface, but it is hurt and fear underneath. What we value is at risk of being taken away and it must be protected.

This year, as in every year, there are those of us who are disgusted by all the choices that life provides. We vacillate between sighs of resignation and curses of despair. A pox on both, all, houses. We search but find no options worthy of our energies and devotion. Feeling worn down and discouraged, we withdraw our concerns and attentions—it is too stressful to care too much. Sometimes our feelings of helplessness weigh us down and it is hard to take any step away from where we find ourselves. Other times we find ways to accept our helplessness which paradoxically frees us to other opportunities not entangled in the community struggle. In the pain of our felt loss we raise our hands and voices in protest…or we go find somewhere else to be with our hands and voices.

It is our human condition to have loss—loss of person, identity, relationship, place in the world, home and dreams. Are there any losses of worth that don’t touch on some or all of these aspects of living? Are there any uncomplicated losses? Is there an election of consequence that does not include or threaten loss?

No two people grieve the exact same loss when there is a death in the family as our relationships are unique and our needs for grieving our own. It can be hard to talk about the pains of loss as there doesn’t seem to be enough room between us for both my pain and your pain. In the big family of the body politic, do we not all have our own losses and griefs, our sharp-elbowed pains and fears? Loss and grief are constants, but the way we perceive, experience and express them are ever changing. All will converge, again, on election day, bringing diverse losses (and gains) for our diverse community as our story continues.

This year, every year, life will continue. I hope we can find more ways to be kind to each other and to ourselves as it does because grieving people deserve some kindness.

Greg Adams

Program Coordinator

Center for Good Mourning

goodmourning@archildrens.org

 

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Greg Adams is a social worker at Arkansas Children's Hospital (ACH) where he coordinates the Center for Good Mourning, a grief support and outreach program, and works with bereavement support for staff who are exposed to suffering and loss. His past experience at ACH includes ten years in pediatric oncology and 9 years in pediatric palliative care. He has written for and edited The Mourning News, an electronic grief/loss newsletter, since its beginning in 2004. Greg is also an adjunct professor in the University of Arkansas-Little Rock Graduate School of Social Work where he teaches a grief/loss elective and students are told that while the class is elective, grief and loss are not. In 1985, Greg graduated from Baylor University majoring in social work and religion, and he earned a Masters in Social Work from the University of Missouri in 1986. One answer to the question of how he got into the work of grief and death education is that his father was an educator and his mother grew up in the residence part of a funeral home where her father was a funeral director. After growing up in a couple small towns in Missouri south of St. Louis, Greg has lived in Little Rock since 1987. He married a Little Rock native in 1986 and his wife is an early childhood special educator and consultant. Together they have two young adult children—a son in college and a daughter working in-between college and graduate school. Along with his experience in the hospital with death and dying and with working with grieving people of all ages, personal experiences with death and loss have been very impacting and influential. In 1988, Greg’s father-in-law died of an unexpected suicide. In 1996, Greg and his wife lost a child in mid-pregnancy to anencephaly (no brain developed). Greg’s mother died on hospice with cancer in 2008 and his father died after the family decided to stop the ventilator after a devastating episode of sepsis and pneumonia in 2015. Greg has a variety of interests and activities—including slow running, reading, sports, public education, religion, politics, and diversity issues—and is active in his church and community. He is honored to have the opportunity to be a contributor for Open to Hope.

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