What a week. WHAT A RIDE. And yet here we are, with the Trump presidency coming to an end. As I write this the race hasn’t been officially called, but Biden is up in GA and PA, and as a friend texted me this morning, “It is finished.” My kids have asked me to stop dancing, and I told them it isn’t going to happen any time soon.
I know we’re in for a long brutal three months with a dangerous lame duck president. I know that COVID cases hit 121K in one damn day yesterday, and most of this long dark winter will stretch before us with a president who couldn’t care less. I know that Trump’s base will be further radicalized. I know that the left and the right in America are both becoming unsafe places for Jews. I’m heartbroken by the fact that America didn’t overwhelmingly reject hatred and bigotry. It’s not a easy joyful win.
The weight of a million worlds feels like it’s been lifted off my shoulders. I keep flashing back to that chillingly dark day four years ago, when I woke up in a hotel in Lisbon in a cold hard terror, and the mourning and fear our family went through in the days after. (And for the record, we were right. It was that bad. It was bad for everyone. It was bad for people of color and other marginalized folks. It was bad for us as a Jewish family. It was horrific.)
But now… we’ve proved that wasn’t endless. And I look forward to the weeks and months to come where I get to sink into the reality that my imaginary dream team back in primary season, will really be moving into the White House.
And with that, I’ll leave you do it. Here is to brighter days to come.
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