Monday, January 19, 2009
Tribute to MY President
Tonight I am so incredibly sad. I know I'm not alone and there is comfort in that. The words to describe this pain escape me, for how does one convey a sense of loss that is not a death nor an ending to a relationship. This is different, I feel hopeless. The PUMA movement began with fervor, vigor and a commitment to deny that fraud and deceit would overtake the electoral process. We did not fail, for we are still committed to our collective ideology.
On a night such as this, when I am trying to be positive that my beloved country will return to economic health and remain safe from domestic and foreign threats, I am finding myself too melancholy to do so. In a few hours, the rightful winner of the Democratic nomination and most assuredly the general election would be rising to shatter the ceiling and take it one step further by penetrating it for the 51 percent of women who have struggled and still do, to attain some measure of respect and equality. We can trust that Secretary of State Hillary Clinton will represent the United States with her usual brilliance and aplomb, but she will always be my President.
One of the most horrific days of my life occurred on 9/11/01. I still recall Bette Midler performing a heart wrenching version of a song that inspires me and is my tribute to Hillary. If you watch carefully, towards the end you will see Hillary and Bill sitting with the dignitaries of New York. She was our Senator, and NY will not forget her tireless work and compassion during that time, and the years that ensued.
May G-d speed, Hillary. You are the wind beneath my wings.