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March 2017



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remember, remember, the fifth of November

This morning I am thinking very fondly of my godson, and feeling so grateful that he will never have a real memory of a time that someone whose skin is brown like his couldn't become President of the United States.  --panjianlien, elsewhere in a locked post, quoted with permission.

That, exactly. I am thinking very fondly of my godson, too. And the fact that the first president Sunil knows about will be Barack Hussein Obama. Somebody who I honestly believe, at this point, may hold the ideals of a public servant rather than a kleptocrat. A community organizer. That guy.

No, of course racism and prejudice aren't over in America, and neither are years of anger and the twisted baggage of "us vs. them" thinking. But I do note that last night, both candidates made a point in denouncing that kind of thinking--though one was booed for it, and the other applauded. And I also note that my generation, and even more dramatically the people younger than me, voted overwhelmingly for human rights, for social justice, for looking forward, and for change.

It's not going to be easy, and that's another message I think everybody should be hearing loud and clear. Building a strong and just society, a strong and just economy, and a strong and just foreign policy are not going to be easy. It's going to take all hands on deck, and it's going to take compromise on the level of Henry Clay. (Remember when compromise was an ideal in American Democracy? Remember when it was something that made a statesman great?)

In some ways, we're like a drunk who's just really hit bottom hard enough to finally believe that the alcohol is killing him. Backsliding is easy. Staying clean is hard.

But the future is inevitable, and we've stopped trying to hide our faces from it. It's just a matter of outliving the walking corpse of the dead century.


As someone on the outside looking in - I can only applaud the choice America made, and I hope that it all pays off.

Now, keeping a wary eye on Prop 8 which seems to be heading in a very bad direction.
Alcoholism is an excellent analogy.

It's not going to be easy, but the alternative is unacceptable.
Well said!!!
Yea verily, amen.
Yes, yes, yes. A thousand times, yes.

I'm going to do what I can from halfway 'round the earth to help America move forward. I may live elsewhere now, but America is still my country.
I believe Henry Clay saved the United States, although I'm sure at the time he thought he had failed. In history's hindsight, I believe he was one of the greatest statesmen America has ever produced. It is a shame most people don't even know who he was. I wrote a paper that went to state-wide competition on him in high school.
I tend to agree.
At the moment when MSNBC declared Ohio for Obama last night, I began to feel that I could breathe. The world today is a different one from the world yesterday, even if only in a small way.

I'm sitting here rolling my eyes at the irony of comparing America's first African-American president to the man who brokered the deal that gave us the Fugitive Slave Act.

But then again.

Two human lifetimes. That's all it took. Which is two human lifetimes too long, especially for every human person who had to live through those intervening years.

But still. On the scale of human history and the rise of social justice....
My mentor, John Hearne, was himself mentored by Roger Mais who wrote:

And twice a hundred years is not too long,
Nor is twice a hundred years too soon.
Last night was so exhilarating. To think that we might actually have a chance to redress the many errors and misjudgments of the current administration. To think that the American public elected someone who is a thinker rather than a showman. To think that we might be on the brink of a real new era made meaningful by actions rather than a date stamp.

I so desperately hope so. I'm trying not to be terrified to hope, because I have been a little too reliant on the learned helplessness as coping mechanism for a little too long.

I am happy to be alive in a time when we have something to be hopeful about.
I have been a little too reliant on the learned helplessness as coping mechanism for a little too long.

That's the perfect way to put it - I'm a mix of giddy and dithering. "Wait, now how do we actually do this work?" It's been so long since I've felt anything *but* helpless it's like I've forgotten how.
yes. well said.
yes, yes, yes to everything you said.
I keep checking up on myself - yes, it's easier to breath. getting past the feeling of automatic blockage, hoping we're gathering the momentum needed to rise back up and move forward.
I know I should be happy, but honestly with Prop 8 passing, I have felt all day, like I was beaten with something heavy.

I am glad to have a democrat in office, but I didn't honestly think I could hurt like this anymore.
This is how it works. Civil rights are not, alas, easily won. Is it unfair? Totally.

But don't think that particular fight is over.
It's always a battle, but we have to keep on fighting the good fight...

I do love this vote for hope and change.

Prop 8 was sad, but it seems as if it takes a lot to keep people from behaving like ignorant, fearful, nasty creatures (too long for the end of slavery, long for votes for women, long for black civil rights). We'll get there, I hope... (or die out trying!).