It took me such a long time to come to terms with the demise of the USA. I went through the usual stages of anger, denial, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
Acceptance that there was nothing left to expect or to hope for from an increasingly dumbed-down, obscurantist, fascist-leaning superpower, except possibly endless war to secure the natural ressources around the planet that it consumes so disproportionately.
But since last night, I have no choice but to take the risk of reopening a closed wound.
I could dwell on the fact that only
62% 64% of eligible voters bothered to vote. That 55 million people voted for a possible Palin presidency. That the Wall Street meltdown and McCain’s panicky reaction arrived just in time to turn the tide of the election.
But if I look beyond my personal tumultuous relationship with my second country and think simply of my children, then all I can feel is wonder, and chills, and goose bumps, and even joy, that they were old enough to grasp the symbolic importance of what happened.
As my 15 year old texted me, “Forza Obama!!!”Tweet