Today was quite an emotional day for me. After four years of fear, embarrassment, and hate in the White House, Donald Trump is finally gone. Of course he didn't leave gracefully. He has whined like a baby about the election being rigged since the votes came in. He stirred up an insurrection and riot at the Capital that resulted in our elected leaders being evacuated as they threated to kill our vice president and others of the "unfairness" of the election. His lack of leadership during the covid crisis led to hundreds of thousands of preventable deaths. He was impeached for a second time days before the end of his term. He will, without a doubt, go down in history as one of the worst presidents this country has ever seen. But today, there is hope. Today, we can forget about the nightmare of the past four years, as decency and civility return to our nation's highest office. Today is the day that Joe Biden and Kamala Harris take office. We get to witness history in the making as our FIRST female vice president gets sworn into office. I am so glad that today is a day in which we are homeschooling...where my kids can watch this historic event and see that women can and should be involved in leadership.
We watched the procession of many of the high profile leaders enter for the ceremony. I beamed with pride when they heard Sonia Sotomayor's name and got excited because they know all about her and that she was the first Latina woman to be on the Supreme Court of the United States. We watched them take their oaths. We talked about how an oath is a solemn promise. We listened to Lady Gaga's beautiful performance of the National Anthem and listened to the jaw-dropping recitation of "The Hill We Climb" by young black poet, Amanda Gorman. Her poem was so beautifully written and received that I have included it here because it gives me goosebumps every time I hear it. Hope has felt so far away lately. With Trump in office, the Capital insurrection, racism everywhere, and Covid isolation, life has felt hard. But today, with these beautiful words, I cried as I listened, feeling a renewed sense of hope and peace about the new direction for our country. May God bless our new leaders and restore hope to all those who have felt hopeless in these recent days. Let's be brave enough to see the light, and to be it to one another.
The Hill we Climb by Amanda Gorman
When day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry, a sea we must wade.
We’ve braved the belly of the beast.
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace,
and the norms and notions of what “just” is isn’t always justice.
And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it.
Somehow we do it.
Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken,
but simply unfinished.
We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.
And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine,
but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.
We are striving to forge our union with purpose.
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.
We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.
We seek harm to none and harmony for all.
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew.
That even as we hurt, we hoped.
That even as we tired, we tried.
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious.
Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.
Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid.
If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made.
That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.
It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit.
It’s the past we step into and how we repair it.
We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it.
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.
This effort very nearly succeeded.
But while democracy can be periodically delayed,
it can never be permanently defeated.
In this truth, in this faith, we trust,
for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.
This is the era of just redemption.
We feared it at its inception.
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour,
but within it, we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.
So while once we asked, ‘How could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?’ now we assert, ‘How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?’
We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be:
A country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.
We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.
Our blunders become their burdens.
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children’s birthright.
So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.
With every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.
We will rise from the golden hills of the west.
We will rise from the wind-swept north-east where our forefathers first realized revolution.
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states.
We will rise from the sun-baked south.
We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.
In every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country,
our people, diverse and beautiful, will emerge, battered and beautiful.
When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid.
The new dawn blooms as we free it.
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it.
If only we’re brave enough to be it.
