A Place Called Hope
I generally try to keep a lid on the partisan politics around here. I make no bones about the fact that I lean pretty hard to the left; however, I do respect that not everyone shares my opinion(s). I'm sure that more conservative readers are tired of hearing the same thing from every angle.
On a day like today, though... I need this.
*****
I am alternating between bursting into tears, and bursting into song. I took my car into the the shop this morning (oil change & a battery, 900 bits!), and sat in the waiting room with an African-American woman of a certain age. She told me how her granddaughter, a college student, voted yesterday for the first time. "She said, 'I feel like I have so much authority!'" We were watching the video footage from last night, of 125,000 cheering in Chicago, of Jesse Jackson in tears, of a girl at Spelman College so overcome with emotion that she dropped to her knees, sobbing.
When my boss came in today, I met him on the stairs. We hugged and cried.
I feel my heart swelling, like its about to explode in my chest. This is the first time since I was a little girl that I can recall being truly proud of my country. As devastated as I am about Prop 8, et al, I truly feel there's been a change in the wind.
What a difference four years makes!
I love election day, I love MSNBC.
I love minorities, and diversity.
I love the whole world, especially Northeastern states.
Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda.
I love Barack Obama, I love his family.
I love his character, and his policies.
I love the whole world, it's such a hopeful place.
Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda.
On a day like today, though... I need this.
*****
I am alternating between bursting into tears, and bursting into song. I took my car into the the shop this morning (oil change & a battery, 900 bits!), and sat in the waiting room with an African-American woman of a certain age. She told me how her granddaughter, a college student, voted yesterday for the first time. "She said, 'I feel like I have so much authority!'" We were watching the video footage from last night, of 125,000 cheering in Chicago, of Jesse Jackson in tears, of a girl at Spelman College so overcome with emotion that she dropped to her knees, sobbing.
When my boss came in today, I met him on the stairs. We hugged and cried.
I feel my heart swelling, like its about to explode in my chest. This is the first time since I was a little girl that I can recall being truly proud of my country. As devastated as I am about Prop 8, et al, I truly feel there's been a change in the wind.
What a difference four years makes!
I love election day, I love MSNBC.
I love minorities, and diversity.
I love the whole world, especially Northeastern states.
Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda.
I love Barack Obama, I love his family.
I love his character, and his policies.
I love the whole world, it's such a hopeful place.
Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda.