This is a day of celebration and connection. I know it’s not over yet, but I want to savor the moment and fan the sparks of hope. I first got the news from my neighbor who left me a message right after the election was called. “I know you haven’t been watching the news,” she said, “so I just wanted to tell you: Biden has been elected. Hallelujah!”
by Ruth Neuwald Falcon, Seattle, Washington
In the first years that I lived in this condo, I assumed that my next-door neighbors were Republicans. Why? Because every year, on Memorial Day and the 4th of July, they hung a large American flag on their deck. And maybe they were. But that was before Trump consumed the Republican Party.
It is only this year, when our levels of anxiety about what Trump was doing to our country were through the roof, that we started talking about politics.
Only it doesn’t even feel like it’s “politics” we’ve been discussing. The word carries an implication of distance from our personal lives, something that is going on “out there.” But the past four years have made it powerfully clear that that distance is a fiction. It’s also clear from the celebrations in the streets and the texts that are flying across the country.
I’ve never received or sent so many texts in such a short time.
Woo hoo and yippee and yay and welcome new world!
Thank God! I’m weeping with relief and gratitude but not naïveté about the challenges ahead.
Many of my friends have been writing all week (most of us not being up for a phone call—it’s hard to talk on the phone when you’re having trouble breathing) about waiting to exhale. Today, they’re taking it the next step.
I can finally take a deep breath.
OMG. I was hardly breathing since Tuesday.
Looking forward to breathing deeply again, trusting the people running the country.
All these people are white. If we’ve been having so much trouble breathing, I thought, what must it be like for people of color.
Then this came in from a Black man: I have been crying all morning. FINALLY I feel like I can BREATHE! I will feel a lot safer leaving my home.
And from a Jewish woman in Texas: We stopped the move towards fascism in this USA. Now the work can start. But first I am taking a moment to rest.