I had me a good talkin’ to by a black gal yesterday. A nurse in one of my many doctor’s offices.
I told her how I was feeling after the election. She understood perfectly. It had been her daughter’s first time to participate in an election. Sounds like they are a very engaged family, and this is something the daughter has been looking forward to, and growing towards, for many years. The viciousness of the year was scathing to this child. And then on election night she was left sobbing uncontrollably, shaking.
Here was this beautiful black child, raised by professional parents, probably just assuming that she was an American like everyone else. Maybe she thought elections were about issues. Maybe she thought there was a high moral road. She probably thought that a girl was as good as everyone else. Probably she thinks that women and girls are more than their hotness rating and shouldn’t be groped and talked about like a slab of meat. She lives in Houston and goes to school with Hispanics and Muslims and friends of every race and creed. Like many of us she was just assuming that the viciousness was only temporary and the adults would get it right.
She was left sobbing and shaking in her mother’s arms.
This was her first election experience. Others of us are wounded and crushed from fighting the anti-progress machine for 40 years. But this was her first. I threw up my hands and said, “I give up.”
Oh man! That nurse’s pointer finger came up and swung slowly right and left – directly at me! Her eyes were twinkling, but she had just grown 3 inches and I was paying attention! “Uuuuuuuuhh uuuuhhhhh!” She said. “You won’t give up because of MY daughter.”
Put yourself right there in that room with me and I swear to God you will never waver for one second from now on out. Every one of us deserved a safe, clean and healthy world in which to live and love. We didn’t really get it. That’s what we have to pass on.