Update: felt like bringing this one back out. Would that I could recapture the optimism I felt in this moment. Written the night Biden was declared president-elect, I felt entirely comfortable calling the Georgia Senate races. The tribalism perpetuated by the progressive movement since obtaining the prerequisite power for real institutional change has since dampened my spirit. The sum of my collection of perspective essays hold within them a more satisfying narrative that paints this point.
Minority rule over WE THE PEOPLE comes to an end in 2021. Everyone strap the f$&k in. Everyone mask the f$&k up. We’ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there. But goddammit, this Northside Hospital baby can f$&king feel it in his bones.
This is the moment. This is the mother… f$&king… moment. The moment when the momentum shifts, when the forming of a more perfect union, a true multicultural democracy for the land of the free, becomes measurably closer to inevitable than it is to unfathomable.
I need this. I mean I f$&king NEED this. My home state, the state that made me, the state of Georgia, needs this. Our entire country needs this. The whole… f$&king… world… NEEDS… THIS! So let’s get to work. Let’s make it happen.
