When it was done….When the announcement was given…When the realization that he was no longer going to be president sunk in…the people flooded the streets. They danced, the cheered, they cried.
They screamed.
But this was not a singular emotion pouring out across the country and even the world.
This was all the emotions.
All at once.
This was anger and fear and rage and relief and joy and excitement and bragging and satisfaction and anxiety and love and pride and disgust and peace.
All at the same time.
Four years of feeling the walls crumbling around you and nothing could be done. You could see others like you, feeling the same way as you, and nothing could be done. Four years of watching science be attacked, the climate crisis be mocked, illegal activity be brushed aside and scoffed at. Four years of insults and lies. Four years of chaos.
You begged for people to listen. You shouted this wasn’t normal. That a leader shouldn’t lead like this. You cried out. And what was said in return?
Fuck your feelings.
Snowflake
Cry more, lib.
And so now we dance. We celebrate. We cry out the emotion bottling up inside.
He lost.
An incumbent President lost.
Because the people stood up. Exhausted and beaten down they stood up. Against all odds and in the midst of a pandemic avoided by the President, they fought back.
They voted.
And they won.
And now they celebrate.
Then tomorrow, it’s back to work. Because while he may be gone soon, the problems he created and the problems he exposed are still here. And we must fight to fix them as hard as we fought to remove him.
But tonight, we are dancing in the streets.
