A Dream Deferred
Four years ago, my daughter Kaitlyn went to sleep on election night after waiting hours to see the results. When she woke that Wednesday, she wanted to know whether Hillary had shattered that proverbial glass ceiling. Her 6 year old heart sank when she found that Hillary hadn't. Today I am reminded of that day as I see the same pain in the hearts of many women and girls who have once again seen their dreams shattered. I remember the pain I felt having to explain to my daughter that we just weren't ready for a woman president. In my thoughts however, I am reminded of a poem by Langston Hughes, one of my favorite poets:
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
This poem, written in the time of segregation and Jim Crow, foreshadowed the civil rights movement. Hughes knew that the dreams of people can only be held down for so long before they eventually explode. In 2016, women came together and we took the political scene by storm. From the women's march to women in politics, we ignited a fire that still burns today. In fact, it was that call to action that gave me the courage to run. While our dream of a woman president is today deferred, I believe we are still in the middle of an explosion! Just look around and see the increase of women in office since 2016 and also those currently running for office! Just like we used Hillary's loss to spark our fire, I encourage everyone to use Warren's run as fuel to keep going. There are many women that we can support and I will continue to do so until our dreams is realized!