Painful anniversary

~ MaryG

It’s painful to go back and read this post from about a year ago—the day after Kamala Harris accepted the Democratic nomination for President of the United States. I had cried during her acceptance speech.

After so many months of dread and fear, I finally let myself feel hope and optimism for the future. My little granddaughter would be coming into a world where a woman of color was President, women’s rights to their own bodies would be restored, protecting our planet would be an international mission, and hate and racism would recede.

The Hillary Clinton nightmare would not repeat itself. It couldn’t.

I even bought my soon-to-arrive precious granddaughter a Harris-Walz onesie that said “For a Brighter Tomorrow.”

My daughter put my granddaughter in the onesie one time in early January, just so I could see it on her.

I had been imagining that we might get together and watch Kamala’s inauguration as a family. I imagined it would be a day of great joy.

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  2. To think what our country, and the world, would have been like had the election gone differently—it is very painful, I agree. What a drastic mistake we made that in some ways we’ll never recover from.

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      1. I remember clearly the pantsuit I wore to work on Election Day in honor of Hillary Clinton. (The suit was from Ann Taylor and fit beautifully, a brown tweed I wore with lovely brown leather boots that barely showed a high heel under the cuff.) I had a friend take a photo, and I looked so smug. I feel like the that’s where so much changed, right then, and I have an absurd photo of myself thinking what I wore mattered. I hear ya.

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      2. Same. I happily wore my grey Calvin Klein pantsuit to work on November 8, 2016. I thought I looked great. And that night we got disabused of the ideals we grew up believing were possible.

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