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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
How do you even begin to describe what today feels like? Any words I have to offer are inadequate. Heartfelt but inadequate.
This morning, I am grateful to open my eyes to a new day, to hear something other than what we have heard too loudly, too gratingly, for too long. I know that change won't come as swiftly as we all might like or need, but I am hopeful. More hopeful in our government than I have been during most of my voting life.
Maybe it's that I have a child now. Maybe it's that I feel our nation teetering on the edge of a cliff where there is no reproductive justice left for women, no arts or P.E. programs left in schools, never enough healthcare for uninsured kids, too tight of a restriction on who gets to marry whom, too many opportunities to go to war again or drill again or deny scientists the chance to see what stem cells really can do again.
Maybe it's that I get chills that he will not remember a time when this country didn't have an African American man at its helm. Perhaps it is because there is so much good that can happen, might just really happen, will happen in the years ahead, and that gives me hope for my lifetime and for his.
I will be watching in awe and I am sure, with tears. I will be prayerful and celebratory and thankful to see this point in time with my own eyes.
I am so fucking happy that I will no longer feel the anger rise up in me every time I hear and belt out and drum my fingers on the steering wheel when I hear this song.
Reader Comments (4)
oh and by "f'n" i mean fucking