Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. — Stephen King, “Rita Hayworth and The Shawshank Redemption”
I’m grading and tumbling and blackboarding, as per usual on Tuesdays, but this day, Election Day, is moving me close to tears. I am full of hope.
I find the notion that a people as weird, diverse, angry, resilient, smart, stupid, tuned in, tuned out, and all the rest can decide for ourselves who will represent us for the next four, or two, or six or whatever the years might be for county coroner (we vote for that here in Jawja), extremely moving. It’s such a new idea in human history. And one full of hope.
My brevet captain came to America in 1860, and here I am, 152 years later, waiting for the California polls to close tonight so that the networks can (hopefully) call this election for our President, and he will get another four years to do great things in our names. Hope and Change y’all, are real.
I truly believe that he can become one of the greatest Presidents in our history. Our FDR. Our Eisenhower. Our Lincoln.
I’m pretty close to tears, y’all. But the champagne is on ice.