we a winner? Yes, I think we are.
“And never let anybody say ‘Boy, you can't make it,’”
as Curtis Mayfield once told us…
It was the fourth day of the eleventh month of a
And we were there,
But there were many who had come
Oh, they’ve been waiting as well.
This day was for Harriet and
Frederick, for Martin, Malcolm and Rosa,
For Fannie Lou, who was sick
and tired of being sick and tired,
And let’s not forget Viola, or
the three brothers who were lynched in Mississippi - one Black and two Jews.
But most of all, there were those African souls who
built the White House from the ground up, and without pay,
See their blood, sweat and tears
etched in that stone?
That house was built by them,
but never was meant FOR them,
And while they were deemed suitable
to prepare a meal for its rightful occupants,
An occupant of this prime real
estate they never would become,
Never could become.
Are we a winner? Are we? Yes, my brother, that we
It was the day when America, in spite
Demonstrated a willingness to
So, let’s say goodbye to the
old way of thinking,
To the failed race card divisions,
and the cynical hustling and deceptions,
To the misplaced priorities and
To the barrel-scraping and bottom-feeding,
and the megalomaniacal Machiavellian madness,
To the destructive wars abroad
and crumbling society at home,
And the bigoted mediocrity that
once passed for capable leadership.
The fourth day of the eleventh month was a bittersweet
one for me.
While other fathers of the tribe
were exuberant and hopeful,
Thrilled that they could take
their children to the polls
To be a witness to history,
My tears of joy mingled with
tears of sorrow,
Since my baby boy did not live
to see this moment
When someone like him could be
the President, when he could be the President, and it wasn’t just
Are we a winner? Yes, sister, it appears we are.
So I say this to you as I propose this toast:
Raise your glass to a future
drunk with our expectations
Of a world that values human
rights over property rights,
And the builders, teachers and
healers are in greater demand than the speculators, fat cats and
Have we found the magic wand that will make all the
I don’t think so.
Have we discovered the secret
elixir that will cure all our ills? Hardly.
But this is a good start, and
we have to start somewhere.
What comes next is up to us,
As this flawed, imperfect experiment
called democracy is not a spectator sport.
And after you imbibe, it’s time
to get to work,
So we can clean up the mess that
hate, neglect and ineptitude created.
So, are we really a winner? We are if we want to
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Editorial Board member, David A. Love, JD, is a lawyer and journalist
based in Philadelphia, and a contributor to the Progressive
Media Project, McClatchy-Tribune
News Service, In These Times and
Independent Media Center. He contributed to the book, States of Confinement: Policing, Detention, and Prisons
(St. Martin's Press, 2000). Love is a former Amnesty International
UK spokesperson, organized the first national police brutality conference
as a staff member with the Center for Constitutional Rights, and
served as a law clerk to two Black federal judges. His blog is davidalove.com. Click here
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