“Yes, today is the day that Congress will meet! And certify that Joe Biden will be President,” my colleague from the American Women’s Club of Antwerp concluded our ZOOM meeting mid-morning on the 6th of January 2021.
“Absolutely, exciting day in America for sure,” I responded and wished her a good day.
It had been a typical Wednesday here in Belgium. My kids were released from school at noon. We ate lunch at home, prepared their homework, and then dropped my son off at Kung Fu while my other two children and I read books in the car.
After dinner, I took our dog, Schaduw, for a walk through our neighborhood. I huddled deeper into the collar of my coat, protecting myself from the crisp, cool air. Streetlights cast yellow shafts of light onto glistening cobbles and art nouveau architecture.
I love my neighborhood any time of day, but there’s a charm in the evenings when curtains are open, and chandeliers sparkle under intricately molded ceilings. I passed one of the few offices in the neighborhood. Framed by wide windows, two men sat at a conference table. Beyond the table, a large television was tuned to CNN. The electoral college count flickered on the screen. I smiled to myself and thought, wouldn’t it be funny if they knew an American was walking by their office at this moment? Schaduw and I returned home, and we climbed the stairs to put the kids to bed.
Although it was 8:30 p.m., my youngest son was fighting me. I was struggling to get him to sleep after his long afternoon nap when my phone started lighting up.
Screenshots of CNN “Trump Protesters Storm U.S. Capitol” scrolled through my WhatsApp groups. I struggled to process this news. What the. . .
Desperate for my children to go to sleep, I kissed my boys once more and told my daughter goodnight. “Mama, will you please sing me a goodnight song?” she asked.
“No, no, honey. Not tonight. Mama needs to check on something real quick,” I told her and kissed her goodnight as well.
I clambered down the stairs in our house while shout-whispering to my husband, “Something is wrong. Please. Quick. Turn on CNN.” He was working late and raised his head from his computer.
He stretched our cable cords and across the living room and CNN flickered into view. Together we watched in horror as the riots on the Capitol unfolded.
My phone continued to ping, and my mind raced to comprehend what I was seeing: swarms of protestors and violence. My initial reaction – to put my children to bed to shield them from the news (I quickly realized) was the wrong approach. With tears flooding my eyes I turned to my husband, “I’m going to get our daughter out of bed, so she knows what the children at school will be talking about tomorrow.”
I climbed the stairs once again and told her I needed her. Our not-sleepy-6-year-old climbed out of bed and followed us too. Together we watched the events at the Capitol and I tried to answer the questions being fielded to me from my children. But the answers sifted through my fingers like sand. Empty, hollow, and meaningless. “Honestly,” I told them, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I just wanted to you be prepared.”
As part of their daily curriculum, my children along with their Belgian classmates, watch a television news program made for kids called Karrewiet. Over the past few months (and year) my daughter and her Belgian classmates have seen burning American flags in Iran, learned about America’s electoral college, and keep track of the election results. The storming of the U.S. Capitol? Yes. . . that would be on her news.
“Don’t worry, Mama,” she said glancing at the clock. “It’s so late now, I don’t think they’ll have time to update Karrewiet for tomorrow,” she said.
“Yes, but. . . it will be on there on Friday, for sure,” and with a heart heavy for many reasons, I ushered her and her brother off to bed one more time.
For the past four years, my family and I have lived in Belgium. We moved to Antwerp just months before President Trump took office. I have many American friends who lived in Belgium who have since returned home – they all echo the same sentiments – that the U.S. they returned to has become unrecognizable.
On the European side of the ocean, our Belgian radio news have been speckled with reports, often snippets of Trump’s, Obama’s, and Joe Biden’s clear and untranslated voices amid a chorus of Flemish.
The morning following the insurrection, I was cleaning the breakfast dishes while QMusic, our Belgian radio station, hummed from the corner of the kitchen. A string of Flemish rhetoric flanked Joe Biden’s words, “. . . the scenes of chaos at the Capitol do not represent who we are. What we are seeing is a small number of extremists dedicated to lawlessness. This is not dissent, it's disorder. It borders on sedition, and it must end. Now.” I sank into a kitchen chair and wrapped my hands around my coffee mug. Thank god this is the message they are reiterating to the Belgians. This is not who we are. . .
That afternoon, I greeted the kids outside the gates of their elementary school. As I embraced my daughter I asked, “Did anyone say anything to you today?”
She shrugged, “Well, nothing too much. Karreweit didn’t have anything about it. But a lot of the kids said there was a riot at the White House. I told them it wasn’t at the White House. It was the Capitol. But they didn’t believe me.”
I hugged her once more. My smile was weak when I thought of the Belgian kids confusing the White House and the Capitol. I wondered how many American children could identify the Netherlands vs. Belgium on a map.
I picked up a local paper on our way home. Despite the ongoing coronavirus pandemic in Belgium or the new combative restrictions in the Netherlands and France, the first seven pages of the newspaper were dedicated to the United States Capitol riots – complete with the photo of the horned, shirtless “patriot” headlining every page.
America has a new horned mascot. Recognizable world-wide.
The next day I embraced my daughter from school. “How was it? Are you okay?” I asked her.
“Mama, it was. . . I don’t know. But they showed the riots on the T.V. and everyone started staring at me!!!” My heart sank. It’s not easy to be the American in the room. “But I told them! I said, “See!!! I told you!! They didn’t attack the White House. They attacked the Capitol!” and her smile wavered.
“Good job, you’re right,” I nodded to her. But the gravity of the statement provided no comfort to either of us.
She continued, “The whole class cheered when they officially announced Joe Biden President though, so I guess that’s good!”
Days later, the world is following the coverage – the uncovering what happened at the Capitol. On our personal level, we watch news reports, talk to friends and family in the United States, and interpret Belgian news. Belgian schoolchildren are keeping up, too.
“Karraweit says Trump cannot talk on Twitter anymore,” my daughter gives me updates from her daily classwork.
Joe Biden and Kamala Harris will be inaugurated at noon, which is 6:00 PM our time. Another Wednesday, another Kung Fu lesson, another important American moment. I hope, at the end of the day, we will all be cheering like Belgian school children – excited about the opportunity for a new beginning for America, and the world.
