remembering how to hope
I would be remiss if I said nothing about the historic election, but the reality hasn't really sunk in yet. After throwing my heart into two failed Democratic campaigns, my cynicism got in the way of any hope for this one, even at the end. I really didn't dare hope.
I never thought I'd see a blue Virginia. I never thought I'd see NC as a swing state. It only took 143 years for the heart of the Confederacy to vote for a black man as president.
Eight years of Bush has all but ruined this country, and it's going to take more than four years to undo the damage. But this is a good start. Nothing is certain, right now, and it's going to be a very hard recovery. Obama could still blow it. But maybe he won't.
After eight years of burying any shred of political optimism to stave off disappointment, it's still going to take me a while before I can let myself believe things can get better for this country.
But maybe it's time to start trying.
I never thought I'd see a blue Virginia. I never thought I'd see NC as a swing state. It only took 143 years for the heart of the Confederacy to vote for a black man as president.
Eight years of Bush has all but ruined this country, and it's going to take more than four years to undo the damage. But this is a good start. Nothing is certain, right now, and it's going to be a very hard recovery. Obama could still blow it. But maybe he won't.
After eight years of burying any shred of political optimism to stave off disappointment, it's still going to take me a while before I can let myself believe things can get better for this country.
But maybe it's time to start trying.