I stayed up late last night waiting for the election results and I was shocked and overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that came over me. I cried like an infant for so many reasons.
I cried for my 11 year old self who wanted to go to a school dance with Jonathan Noble only to hear the next day through gossip that his mom wouldn't let him go to the dance with a nigger.
I cried for my 17 year old self who went to my senior prom with my first black boyfriend only to have the traditional prom video cut short the next day when his black hand popped up screen touching my white back through the peace sign cut out in the back.
I cried for the girl who sat in world civics class among people that I had grown up with and spent the night with and shared secrets with, while one of my classmates came and whispered in my ear that I could come to Becky's senior party but I had to leave my boyfriend at home because her mom didn't want black people in her pool.
I cried for my 2 black classmates who sat in there with me that day and sat quietly as everyone around them got handed an invitation, including me.
I cried for my 30 year old self whose mother in law got angry and referred to me as a half nigger.
I cried and cried and laughed and cheered because finally my voice would be heard.
My pain and experience is just a speck in the sea of hurt that has raged through the minority experience in this country since it's inception. And I feel a kind of vindication that can only be understood by those of us who have endured prejudice that has cleverly been disguised and dressed up and denied by the perpetrators.
I've spent my entire life feeling frustrated and cynical, cautious and suspicious.
And now I feel none of those things. On the contrary, I feel like justice was served.
My attitude shifted last night from defensive to hopeful and responsible.
Because now, there are no more excuses for those of us who have grumbled and complained and felt like the system and society was against us. Now it's time to participate, to celebrate, to integrate into action in small ways and big ways.
I'm in celebration mode.
A man just like me, with a white mother and a black father is THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
Imagine that!!!!!!
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