First off, I know....me too.
Nothing can describe how scared I am for our futures as Americans. Nothing can describe the rage and disappointment I feel towards those Americans who were cowed by fear, believed the deceit and lies of this Bush II Administration. I have openly wondered whether I can return to an America that hates so many things about who I am and would seek to oppress them into law, the constitution, and onto the courts for a lifetime.
But I can be proud that democracy worked in America, even though I disagree with what a small majority of my fellow Americans said. I can be sadnessed by a loss, but proud of the fight. And that we have the right and responsibility to fight another day -- and to fight harder and with even more resolve than the day before.
It's been 36 hours of self-reflection. It's been 36 hours of deciding whether I care anymore. It's been 36 hours of deciding whether I would even want to identify myself as an American to all I know. It's been 36 hours since I removed the American flag hanging in my apartment.
But I will put that flag back up.
I will still identify as an American -- as one working for change
I still do care -- now more than ever.
We lost. And it hurts now more than ever. The challenge now is to focus on the future. Now is the time to rise even further.
We have 2 years to lay the base for success in Congress and in governorships and state legislatures. We have 2 years to make the case to America that they need to take a more open view and more honest assessment of what is happening in America and in the world around us. We have 2 years to educate America about perception -- not about our perception of the world -- but on how the world percieves us. And in the meantime, we must carefully straddle the line between not appearing to be obstructionists, but by clearly defining a new strategy and new way of being that helps Americans see more clearly that Democrats and the brand of Democracy we offer should be the one of choice.
Even if we cannot hear America singing loudly, they cannot muffle her song. She'll sing loudly again one day.
I read this poem everytime I suffer a setback. I'll share it with you all here.
Still I Rise by Dr. Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.