So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracle
And cures and healing wells.
Hello friends, I’m so glad you’re here. ☀️ What a week. Some thoughts on the events of Saturday, and a few nuggets of good below.
I didn’t expect to cry when I saw Kamala Harris in that white suit. I’d been waiting for the woman president we should have had by now, and damn if I wasn’t going to keep most of my joy in reserve until that happened. Besides, vice-president seemed like a consolation prize–a political tactic that would help elect a good man, but in the end, wasn’t it mostly symbolic?
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Then Harris took the stage in Delaware as Vice President-Elect and started to talk about her mother coming to the U.S. from India at 19 and all the generations of women of every race who paved the way for her own ascent. The women who fought for the right to have a voice and a vote, particularly the Black women whom she called “the backbone of our democracy.” These women had the “vision to see what can be unburdened by what has been.” I thought about how Harris’ mother made it to the U.S. in a year when only 100 Indians were allowed in the U.S. due to the racist immigration quotas of the late ’50s. Then I tried to calculate the odds of this brilliant senator, a Black woman and Asian American daughter of immigrants being elected to the second-highest…
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