I work, and pretty much always have, whether academia or theater, with a pretty diverse cast of characters. My mate (as the Aussies would say) in doing the rigging is African-American. We depend on each other for our safety, when one of us in the in air (and we rotate) the other is on the ground, spotting, helping, and ready to go up if something goes wrong. We are very good friends.
But the day after the election, when we meet as we always do, as union brothers, and as brothers of the deck and the rigging, we meet as brothers who both had a huge burden lifted off of us. I can't explain it exactly. But I've felt it again and again. And in conversations, I know my brothers and sisters did too.
On election eve, I had the really, really good champagne chilled. Ready to go when - as it turned out, not unpoetically - Ohio put Obama over the top. And there I was with my Hispanic GF. Her family has been in this country longer than mine. (1820s vs. 1840s as it turned out) And after the first huge "YOW!" I popped that cork, but I didn't pour it. I looked at her and she was crying. And so was I. And so was her sister on the other end of the phone. And through the tears she simply said, "I belong here."
I think a lot of people are thinking that way.
This nation belongs to a hella lot more people today, and after Tuesday then it ever did before. I think that's why we all need to take that same oath, as citizens of the US as he takes it as the PotUS.
I watched that concert today, and I for one could care less about missing some Bishop giving a prayer. Really. Like a concert needs a prayer. But I saw Bruce Springsteen sing "The Rising" with an all black choir behind him, watched Mary J. Blige sing "My Country Tis of Thee" in the spot where Miriam Anderson sang, where the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King gave a speech that - though it took a few years perhaps - rocked the American nation to it's very foundation. I watched singers, black and white, male and female, gay and straight, and American and Irish, and Columbian tear it up (not that I get out much, but it seemed to me that everyone, from Garth to J.C. Mellencamp, from Usher and Stevie Wonder, and the every amazing Beyonce (when you need a diva, only a diva can, and will do) sing with emotion, feeling and heart that you can't fake. That was, at 89, Pete Seeger (once blacklisted by the House Un-American Activities Committee), doing a song by Woody Guthrie, (accused by the same HUAC).
In his last speech, Dr. King said he had been to the mountain top. This is that mountain top. It ain't the last mountain in our way, but its the first huge one.
Like you, I'm into technical climbing - or I was back when I was a bit younger, I still do, just not the same. But I know, as you do, that the first ascent is the hard one. With that one under the belt, the next mountain, high and steep, is at least, well, doable.
That is worth celebrating. And working for.
And it's not just me protecting you Nichole, and I will. It's you protecting me, us protecting and work for our kids. It's all of us working for each other, looking out for each other - democratic government, as it turns out, is a team sport.