Hope for a Better Day

I wasn’t expecting it so quickly. I thought I’d go to bed last night not knowing who our next president would be. But when Virginia went to Obama as I was spreading Aveena on my face, I thrust both arms in the air like V and screamed. I knew it was going to happen.

It was just a minute later as I was putting some Burt’s Bees on my lips that I heard the CNN announcer say, “Barack Obama has been elected president of the United States.” I threw the little tube down, screamed a few oh-my-goshes, and ran to the TV, grabbing my camera on the way. I snapped some Breaking News shots of people cheering and the headlines giving the historic news. I actually jumped up and down and cheered with them, yelling “ya-a-a-ay!” The dog retreated to the dark living room, giving me one of her sideways what-is-wrong-with-you looks. We haven’t had this much noise in our house in four months.

I looked at my husband’s picture on the shelf next to the TV — the one of him in his orange hat at Neyland Stadium — and told him we did it, America did it, and I wished he could be here to be a part of it.

I heard explosions and ran outside. It was like the Fourth of July, with fireworks lifting to the sky over on Clarendon Circle — deep booms and crackles and pops, as their colorful sparkles fell toward the earth. I heard car horns blasting somewhere up Hillsboro Road. I wanted to honk mine. All this, in the red, Republican, fundamentalist, conservative stronghold of Williamson County — people who follow fear and who are afraid that anyone who is not Republican is not Christian and will raise their taxes.

Get over it.

Change has come to America. It gives me chill bumps to witness this happen. I have hope of digging out of the hole we’ve dug ourselves into the last eight years. I have hope that America can regain some of her dignity in the eyes of the world. I have hope.

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5 Comments on “Hope for a Better Day”

  1. Rain says:

    It was thrilling and Winston was working toward it with his blog. Perhaps he really was with you to share the moment. He and Maya’s Granny both who would have been so happy to see this changing of the guard, but have gone on hopefully can know it from wherever they are.

  2. corey says:

    Best day ever! We are free of Tyrany at last!

  3. sarahemc2 says:

    Isn’t it amazing. I can’t stop crying. I start out talking about the election with a smile, but then someone says “Obama is our president.” or “It really is a new day,” and I just weep. My students think we aren’t talking about the election in class because I believe professors should be impartial (which I don’t believe at all). Really, we aren’t talking about it in class because I don’t want to cry in front of them. Something I didn’t know was broken has started to heal and it hurts. Which is maybe the best sign of all.

    • maggie bafalon says:

      Kathy, I dont know if there’s enough space in this tiny box. But…here goes. I wrote this quickly last night while being thankful for KQED, our PBS channel. I was watching the last musical evening in my President’s White House with Melissa Ethridge, Gayle Scott, Ms. FRANKLIN (the Queen) & others with soul!
      Mr. President,
      Tonight it exited the building.
      What you seek, what you crave, what you feel in your soul you can’t do without —
      The honor, the grace, the fun, the deliciousness of knowng for sure who you are
      It’s gone- and since you have none -you can’t give it and you can’t get what you yearn for.

      You can’t demand it. You can’t announce an executive proclamation…it’s pure joy and self acceptance and you don’t have it- and you can’t get it – or give it.
      The White House will never be the same again.


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