One of my life's Great Days
Jan. 20th, 2009 12:30 pmDear U.S. voters that exercised their right, no matter how you voted this 2008 election: thank you.
I am a white woman with a line back to England and a smoke signal back to the Choctaw Indians, but let's face it: I'm white.
I was born after the Civil Rights movement, after the laws were changed, when people were forced to look at what they were raised to believe was Right was now considered Wrong. I was born in the era of Blackspoitation movies, of the first TV shows about black people, cast entirely of black people, and watched by all.
I had a Whites Only water fountain in my first elementary school.
I had a mother that played Motown in my house and had black friends that hung out and taught my sister and I how to dance, and I didn't know that people were to be judged by the color of their skin.
I went to college in the whitest state in the union and could count the black kids on both hands - there wasn't a single black woman there. I went to a college that had a confederate flag and mascot, but didn't know that until I arrived on campus with my bags. I wrote to Jesse Jackson and asked for his help in addressing change at my college. I wasn't the only one that wanted change, nor was I the only person that spoke out against hatred and injustice.
I was spat on and had my life threatened; the school changed its flag and mascot and I was no longer ashamed of my college.
I am a white woman that can't begin to understand the sorrows, the pains, and the new joys of being a black American. I've seen the pictures of our past, I've heard the ugly words used to denigrate others because of fear, and all I can do is to feel sorrowful for the sins of the past and do my best to contribute to the betterment of humanity in any capacity that I can.
I cannot fathom the absolute pride and righteous conviction that must be coursing through every proud American with a black heritage, but know this: I have never been more proud to be a fellow American.
I reach my hand out to you, regardless of your color, your race, your sex, your religious affiliation or lack therein, your orientation, your level of education. I feel as if our hands are up in the air, jubilant at the promise our future holds.
I'm no essayist, I'm not any kind of brilliant writer, but I'm feeling - as I'm sure so many of you are right now - like there's nothing that can't be done and that the dark shadows of hatred's past is becoming a distant memory.
I am so proud to be an American. I always have been, because I've always believed in our ideals, but well. Today is an amazing day for humanity all over the world.
And to the rest of the world: You're welcome. ;)
I am a white woman with a line back to England and a smoke signal back to the Choctaw Indians, but let's face it: I'm white.
I was born after the Civil Rights movement, after the laws were changed, when people were forced to look at what they were raised to believe was Right was now considered Wrong. I was born in the era of Blackspoitation movies, of the first TV shows about black people, cast entirely of black people, and watched by all.
I had a Whites Only water fountain in my first elementary school.
I had a mother that played Motown in my house and had black friends that hung out and taught my sister and I how to dance, and I didn't know that people were to be judged by the color of their skin.
I went to college in the whitest state in the union and could count the black kids on both hands - there wasn't a single black woman there. I went to a college that had a confederate flag and mascot, but didn't know that until I arrived on campus with my bags. I wrote to Jesse Jackson and asked for his help in addressing change at my college. I wasn't the only one that wanted change, nor was I the only person that spoke out against hatred and injustice.
I was spat on and had my life threatened; the school changed its flag and mascot and I was no longer ashamed of my college.
I am a white woman that can't begin to understand the sorrows, the pains, and the new joys of being a black American. I've seen the pictures of our past, I've heard the ugly words used to denigrate others because of fear, and all I can do is to feel sorrowful for the sins of the past and do my best to contribute to the betterment of humanity in any capacity that I can.
I cannot fathom the absolute pride and righteous conviction that must be coursing through every proud American with a black heritage, but know this: I have never been more proud to be a fellow American.
I reach my hand out to you, regardless of your color, your race, your sex, your religious affiliation or lack therein, your orientation, your level of education. I feel as if our hands are up in the air, jubilant at the promise our future holds.
I'm no essayist, I'm not any kind of brilliant writer, but I'm feeling - as I'm sure so many of you are right now - like there's nothing that can't be done and that the dark shadows of hatred's past is becoming a distant memory.
I am so proud to be an American. I always have been, because I've always believed in our ideals, but well. Today is an amazing day for humanity all over the world.
And to the rest of the world: You're welcome. ;)
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Date: 2009-01-20 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-20 06:36 pm (UTC)Congratulations on your new President. And I DO mean that with all off my viking heart!
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Date: 2009-01-20 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-20 06:39 pm (UTC)THAT is what will make the change. One man alone can't do it, but he sure can inspire the masses!
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Date: 2009-01-20 06:49 pm (UTC)♥
Today? It's a good day.
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Date: 2009-01-20 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-20 07:01 pm (UTC)WTF, Barack Obama, is he going to make me cry EVERY DAY THIS WEEK? 3-0 in his favor, so far. >:|
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Date: 2009-01-20 07:02 pm (UTC)*fist pump*
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Date: 2009-01-20 07:07 pm (UTC)I've just been watching Obama's speech on the news, and for the first time in years, I can think of America as other than something to fear and to hate for its idiots in power. I'm hoping and crossing my fingers for you and for the rest of the world that things will change for the better and that Obama can overcome the all the problems he has inherited.
It truly felt like watching an historic moment!
In that vein: *cheers with you from across the ocean*
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Date: 2009-01-20 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-20 07:35 pm (UTC)It's a GREAT day.
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Date: 2009-01-20 07:35 pm (UTC)<3 <3 <3
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Date: 2009-01-20 07:55 pm (UTC)ARETHA'S HAT.
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Date: 2009-01-20 10:21 pm (UTC)It's a weird feeling. I kinda love it.
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Date: 2009-01-20 10:33 pm (UTC)Wow. I can't even begin to wrap my head around that.
I was spat on and had my life threatened; the school changed its flag and mascot and I was no longer ashamed of my college.
You done good, honey. <3
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Date: 2009-01-21 04:58 am (UTC)Canada, and the rest of the world joins you in the hope for better things to come.
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Date: 2009-01-21 05:35 am (UTC)i was raised mostly cherokee. i was always "the indian" in the class - i don't know how many times i played Pocahontas (but i can't spell her name anymore? wtf, brain? erm. anyway)
then.. over the course of about 8 years, the porphyria leeched the melanin out of my skin. but i was still "the indian", i mean, everyone knew me.
then i moved to Alabama, when i was 16.
all the sudden i was *white*. oh, GODS, how fucking different it was!!!
i am almost 32. most of the people who i now know casually, think i am white. i guess i am "passing". i often feel crippling guilt over this. i am not punished as members of my family are. as old friends are. as i *used* to be.
it's a thing. when i talk about my *white guilt* that's what i mean. (i know everyone else has this totally different definition of white guilt). i hope that in the future, everyone can go through that accidental change that i did, that everyone can be seen as "white", and by that i mean that everyone can stop being punished for NOT BEING white. if that makes sense...
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Date: 2009-01-21 06:05 am (UTC)Why did I choose this year to make the resolution to try and reconnect with my family?
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Date: 2009-01-31 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-31 11:45 pm (UTC)But it was there. And it was DISD, if that helps? (Dallas ISD) I was in first grade in ... 1977.
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Date: 2009-02-01 12:38 am (UTC)