We shall overcome.
Following Hillary Clinton's loss, the whole world seemed to burst in tears over the mortifying fact: Donald Trump is the 45th President of United States of America.
Overwhelmed by the familiar feelings I've listened to the Nutini's Iron Sky probably more than I'd like to admit. I've arrived at the Miista office to find my team filled with the same unsettled thoughts, funny enough Brexit taught us well. It was depressing but not shocking.
But then I thought: While Britain's vote to leave the EU seemed to be an accident at the time, Trump's victory proves the world created a pattern.
It might be infuriating that we needed President Trump to start worrying about the future yet I have never felt more responsible to confront the unwanted reality.
I almost want to hold onto the feeling of despair and take that anger, that bitter disappointment as a cue to become more politically active. I am fired up to do so and finally use my voice.
It's a hard lesson to learn in order to get motivated, raising one's voice should not be a choice but responsibility. And for what is worth this is the campaign that lights some fire under lazy bums (like mine, mostly) too comfortable to get involved.
Involved how? For me the answer to that question was - stand up for minorities. Artists, writers, filmmakers have never been more important. We're in this together, even if so far geographically away, we've got all work to do.
And we have a big fat orange reminder of that.