I have political things to say for one last time. But today isn’t the day. I will never forget last night. Never. I didn’t let anybody believe it until it was officially called and the screaming began. It was every holiday run into one. Oh the Europeans who act so superior because we’re so backwards? We’re not and most of us never were
People were screaming from their apartments. We ran downstairs with noisemakers, champagne and loud voices.
Ambulances hunked their horns. The Upper West Side was alive tonight. Truckers were screaming. Cabs hunked and the drivers screamed “Obama.” “Yes we can.”
Tonight was the night we took back America and I don’t apologize
for saying that
The USA went to war in our names. We didn’t want that war
I’m leaving New York but I will never forget tonight.
And I just never might write about politics again. I didn’t write about politics because I thought I was a better writer or had better thoughts. I wrote out of frustration
Tonight is a night to celebrate. I’m listening to Obama and know he can heal a wounded nation
I’m listening to my friends and well they’re crying when they’re not chanting
It was so liberating to run down the streets screaming. So so liberating
Trucks are blasting their horns. People are screaming on the streets. We’re screaming back when not crying
People other places don’t understand why we’re crying. Oh hell we’re crying because Karl Rove said we wanted therapy for terrorists. We’re crying for eight good years made bad.
We’re crying for a new generation who won’t know the type of prejudice we knew.
We’re crying for an America that once again will be great. We can travel proudly and not be ashamed. Not wear that tee shirt “don’t blame me I didn’t vote for him.” Not that I care what other countries think.
I care because I love this country and tonight people like me who didn’t support the Bush regime; who thought if only somebody actually read and acted on the 8/06/01 memo had been president life could have been so different. Tonight we got our voice back