Blue has always been my favorite color. Even growing up Republican, I preferred it. Like many Americans I awoke last Wednesday to a national map mostly red and pink, and watched gradually as more and more states turned blue. I don’t mind confessing I wept when Biden took the lead in Pennsylvania. These past four years have been torture against all that’s descent and humane. White people killing blacks and being told there are very fine people on both sides of the issue. Watching a virus run out of control here like nowhere else in the world because one man can’t be bothered with the troubles of 330 million (stop and think about that number) people. A man personally enriching himself while not paying his own taxes and getting breaks for those wealthy like himself. Endless lies. Loud, brash, and crude. Groping women as if they are commodities to be owned.
We have, at the embarrassingly late age of 244, finally elected a female vice-president. Many other nations have realized that gender should not be the basis for electing leaders. Poisoned by various forms of Christianity that assert male superiority, our culture has feared female leadership since it has become a real possibility. I voted for Geraldine Ferraro as much as for Walter Mondale in that fateful year of 1984. We’ve actually reached Orwell’s vision of it in 2016, but now it seems there might be legitimate hope. I could never have imagined a presidency that would make me think Nixon, Reagan, and Bush weren’t so bad after all. (And they weren’t good.) This reconstruction of the Republican Party has been courtesy of the religious right, which is really neither.
Today, however, I’m enjoying my favorite color and thinking that hopefully we’ll have some peaceful years to work on true equity and the ideals on which this nation was founded. I’m hoping it will signal to the other fascists of the world that gaming elections only works if people with consciences are complacent. I’ve been told that many Trump supporters think Democrats incite violence. The Dems I know are tree-hugging, owl-saving, vegan types. We value all people, even Republicans, and ask only that all people be accepted. We don’t tote weapons to state houses or threaten those who are counting ballots. Yes, we may fear election outcomes—we’re just humans—but we believe in the process. The many protests in which I’ve marched over the past four years have all been peaceful. And I breathe, as I tear up again at the sight of blue, dona nobis pacem.
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