Sometimes I think a meteor could strike the earth and wipe out mankind with the exception of my mother’s Bridge club — Roz, Bea, Bette, Rhoda, and Jackie — five Jewish octogenarians who continue to gather for lunch and Bridge on Mondays as they have for over fifty years. When I set out to learn about the women behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, and most of all the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
Susan went to bed early, fearing the worst. I popped a “Firefly” into the DVD to distract me away from worrying about the results. After it was over (“Out of Gas,” chosen at random), I slid back onto the IWay and saw the happy news. Took it to Susan, who got right back up out of bed and stands here beside me now as we celebrate the victory of justice, progress, truth, and hope.
I felt exactly the same way, biting my tongue, not easy if you’re me. Finally the day before the election I respectfully said my piece. A wave of solidarity rolled over the Mittite posters on FB. I was never so proud of my words because I felt like I opened a flood gate.
I just wish I had stepped forward sooner.
A couple of years ago, I was in a bar, and the guy a stool over handed me his phone with a caracature of Obama in full stride, with a sign in the background saying “N—– CROSSING SPEED LIMIT 95). “We’re gon’ make him a one term president.”, he said.
“We’ll see, I guess, but I gotta ask: what do black folks say when you show them that?” He mumbled something and we disengaged.
But this asshole assumed that because I’m a white guy, that I’m the same kind of racist douchbag he is. There’s a lot of that on the cracker coast, where “Obama” is an expletive, and the goose step zombie-think is expected. Stupidity, ignorance, and hate will outlive this president.
The best part of this election is that it shows a struggle toward some sort of balance, away from those ideologues who think that the John Birch Society and Aryan Nation are liberals.
I am an independent voter who supported Obama last time, and was disappointed in some of his choices. But the venomous opposition to him, along with bullshit that had me wondering if Goebbels was hard at work and the KKK was ironing its sheets was hard to ignore. I supported Obama again, and stood for imperfection over madness.
We’re a big country, smarter than we are dumb, better than we are bad, stronger than we are weak, with more good intentions than bad. We fuck up, gnash our teeth and swear, but suck it up and march on.
I like most of us very much, and wish us well.
I hoist my mug-Mexican coffee with a touch of chickory- and salute us.
We’ve had an Obama-As-Hitler poster and table set up outside our post office for 3 months. I’ve walked by it every day and been taunted by the woman who runs it. Two weeks ago, a friend of mine ran into my Missouri stepfather and, when asked about the election, he said, “Well, I can’t warm up to that Romney character and I’m never voting for a n*****, so I don’t know.” It’s painful out there.
It’s a good day. Four years ago I awoke to joy and celebration. This morning it’s hope and a welcome sense of relief. Congratulations to Barack Obama, a man carrying a lot of weight on his sholuders but stepping a little lighter this morning knowing how many support his direction and path.
I couldn’t watch the coverage early on because it was freaking me the f**k out. Stomach in true knots, etc. So I put on a Harry Potter video where I already knew that Voldemort Does Not Win. And our country complied! My swinging state even went blue.
Akin, Murdoch, Walsh–those legitimate rapers and no-deaths-in- childbirth, etc. white men, all went down in flames! Maybe the Repubs will learn not to make women a battleground. Check out this video for a taste.
Frank…I got that crap all the time growing up half black and half white in Georgia. There is something about cultural shifts–like having a black president–that bring out the reptilian brain in some. Reptiles don’t evolve and can’t stand that others do.
Viva la evolution!!!! It’s a good day. I love you all. Back to writing now!
I was in court this morning for a motions hearing on a PI case. The judge was a woman. The bailiff was a woman. One of the defense attorneys was a woman. I was taken, and not for the first time, by how much progress this country has made on the road of freedom and justice. I am not old (54), but in my lifetime I have seen great changes for the better in our land. A third of a century ago it would have been unlikely that the judge or the bailiff or even the defense attorney would have been women, and unlikelier still that all three would have been in the same courtroom at the same time.
Years ago when I put up my first website my grandfather, a lawyer, said it was nice, but businessmen were never going to take advice from a girl. I said, “Things have changed, gramps, get with the program.” He was otherwise a pretty wonderful person who just didn’t realize what was happening. He died at 101.
I had no idea you ladies rocked like this. Thank you Betsy for drawing together an amazing group of enlightened women. LIke so many I burst into tears when that unexpected announcement came at us after they told us what a long night it was going to be. As I turned out my bedside lamp at 2:15 a.m in Charleston, SC the anticipation and the wait to see our President and his family was worth every minute. Four more years was ringing my brain and rocking me to sleep. Today’s another day… one with no robocalls, and no contribution solicitations – just high fives and trying not to “rub it in.” Good luck to all of us and especially to our President.