Obama and La Raza Cosmica
The Unapologetic Mexican gets it right, with awesome pictures: "Something has been righted. I don’t need now to wrestle over how large or exactly what 'it' is. And to answer some voices that were dampening spirits on the Twitter this morning: no, the President is not our daddy. She or He can not save our soul. A government representative cannot cure the world’s ailments. I concede this.
A government representative represents us. And that, again, is part of why this is so moving. We have for eight interminably long years been represented by horror and greed and non-sense. Inanity, perversity, and lunacy. What has trickled down is madness.
And now. To no longer be that captive, flailing at our national constraint; held hostage by the bully in the crowd who sneers at big words or at those of us who read books studiously, who yanks us forward and shoves our face in the mutilated frog that he just turned inside-out with a cherry bomb. Him and his band of thugs who, when dragged into the light where you hope someone will put a stop to the nightmare, only lies to the cops or the grownups (if we are going to stretch this bully metaphor) and continue to get away with it. . . . .
Yes, represented well. And represented, too, by this particular face. This “mulatto,” as a woman of color joyously blurted out to me last night on the phone, is our President. This mestizo, this blend, this face actually does represent our culture, our changing demographics, our varied stories and the winding paths that bring us to where we are in this America. No more being symbolized by an unceasing line of (Universal®) white men, too often “Fortunate Sons” as CCR put it."
A government representative represents us. And that, again, is part of why this is so moving. We have for eight interminably long years been represented by horror and greed and non-sense. Inanity, perversity, and lunacy. What has trickled down is madness.
And now. To no longer be that captive, flailing at our national constraint; held hostage by the bully in the crowd who sneers at big words or at those of us who read books studiously, who yanks us forward and shoves our face in the mutilated frog that he just turned inside-out with a cherry bomb. Him and his band of thugs who, when dragged into the light where you hope someone will put a stop to the nightmare, only lies to the cops or the grownups (if we are going to stretch this bully metaphor) and continue to get away with it. . . . .
Yes, represented well. And represented, too, by this particular face. This “mulatto,” as a woman of color joyously blurted out to me last night on the phone, is our President. This mestizo, this blend, this face actually does represent our culture, our changing demographics, our varied stories and the winding paths that bring us to where we are in this America. No more being symbolized by an unceasing line of (Universal®) white men, too often “Fortunate Sons” as CCR put it."