It is not a secret that I have been a barely functioning human for most of this week. My kids have eaten A LOT of sandwiches and cut up carrots. And mac and cheese. Because my stress frazzled brain could do that. Tonight they are getting a legit dinner of pretty much whatever they want because holy prozac I am in a great mood. And I cannot emphasize ENOUGH just how much dessert we’re going to eat.
But for the first time this week, not because of stress and my body depleting its already highly limited seratonin like a Hummer’s gas tank in stop and go traffic, but out of sheer joy.
Yes, we have so much work to do. 70 million people voted for Trump and not all of them are blithering psychopaths. There is so much justice work to be done, so much policy work, so much community work. We have so many bridges to try and rebuild with the rest of the world, we have a reckoning in our schools when it comes to teaching science and reasoning skills. I cannot possibly list all that is left to be done, but for today – for today – I will celebrate.
I will celebrate Stacy Abrams. I will celebrate Kamala Harris. I will celebrate AOC and every other progressive who won their reelection campaigns. I will celebrate that there were more out there voting for love, for hope, and for justice than those who turned a blind eye to overt white supremacy, violent sexism, and a total lack of integrity that honestly still shocks me.
Celebrating is not only important, it is vital. Every win. Every inch forward. We don’t stop and the first time I hear someone say ‘post racial’ I will squirt them with lysol from afar – but we breathe for a hot second to replenish our spirits.
I sat tensed and tight and nauseated for 4 days. 230,000 American families lost more than their peace of mind. More than 500 children remain separated from their parents after being brutally (and unlawfully) ripped apart. I cannot even count the number of murdered black men and women and children because so much of it is swept under the rug. I was angry and disgusted for 4 years. But BIPOC have been pushing for equality for 400 years.
We are not even close to done. I will leave a better world for my children, and for their children (should they choose to have any because we’d BEST have better birth control options by then). And let’s be honest, we will be led to a better, more just, more beautiful future by listening to, supporting, and following black women.
So here’s to you, Stacy Abrams, Vice President Elect Kamala Harris, and the Squad – and so many others – tonight I raise my fork full of cake to you. You have brought us here. And I pledge to support you, and teach my children to support those who come after you, as we make the work a better place.
P.S. I also feel the need to say that while I am a self professed grandmother in that I am usually in bed before 9, and tonight will not be an exception, I will be glued to my phone to hear President Elect Biden speak. Because for the first time in 4 years I not only care what the President Elect has to say – I trust that he will speak the truth.