I paraphrase the traditional cry at the death of a king because I am both mourning and celebrating today. I thought perhaps now would be the time to share.
I am so fearful for my country in this election. If we give the pubs another four years, they may be able to complete the destruction of everything that America means to me. That's why, from the very start of this primary election, I did not let my heart and passions get involved. I tried to remain clear-eyed and clear-headed, watching to see which of our many fine candidates I thought would have the best chance of winning the general election, not the primary.
Very late in the game (just before Pennsylvania), I finally decided that Obama was that candidate. That was a decision of the head. If I'd let my heart decide, I would have been a Hillary supporter.
I'm a 52 year-old white woman. I have dreamed of seeing a woman president for nearly my whole adult life. This dream does not in any way take away from my celebratation that our country is one giant step closer to realizing Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream. Like Michelle Obama, I am PROUD of my country for taking that step.
It's just that that dream didn't have the personal resonance for me that the dream of a woman president did. But that lack of personal resonance does not in ANY WAY diminish my support and reverence for another, equally powerful, equally valid, equally AWESOME dream that is now within reach.
In some ways, it is unfortunate that these two dreams were in competition in this primary. I wouldn't have liked to see either one die. But one did, at least for now, and while my heart still hurts a little, I call out to my fellow "sisters" who dreamed of a woman president.
We'll be back.
But, for now, we should, we MUST work for a different dream. A dream of a nation where all are judged by the content of their character. That's a worthy dream for ANYONE to work for. Black, white, male, female, gay, straight, and any other "grouping" that has been used to pit those of us who believe in equality against each other. instead of against those who don't.
Sisters and brothers of all heritages and persuasions, join together and join THIS dream...
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
LONG LIVE THE DREAM!
(Oh, poo. edited for typo and the phrase I left out...)