Swing low, sweet chariot…..comin for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordon, and what did I see?
Comin for to carry me home.
A band of angels, comin after me.
Comin for to carry me home.
"Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" is an African-American spiritual song and one of the best-known Christian hymns. Originating in early African-American musical traditions, the song was probably composed in the late 1860s by Wallace Willis, a Choctaw freedman.
I don’t know if you know this song, it’s a really old spiritual, but that is what I thought of as I recall what has happened in the last few days (only five - count them!). The relief has been palpable for me.
Sunday dawned as it has so often since 2015 - the sense of dread, all the news revolving around the republican nominee, Donald J Trump, felon, and his nasty running mate JD Vance, of Hillbilly Elegy “fame.” That cloud of miasma that you could almost smell, along with the faint tinge of malice and threats, just to keep things interesting. For me, the absolute disgust that even when the story should tell how trump is a felon and why he has been indicted and judged guilty, it seems to somehow make it seem that - yes - he is a poor misjudged wonderful person. Made me crazy.
But since Sunday, July 21, 2024, there has been a joyous change in the air and in my heart. I feel lighter. I feel more hopeful. I feel renewed and revived. I am ready to fight on to make the dream stay alive for four more years. I know whomever the choice is for vice president will be the person who will be the perfect match/foil for Kamala Harris at the top of the ticket. Let’s do this!
Register to vote if you haven’t already. Talk to others about voting and help them register if they have not. Be a mentor to those who want to become a life long voter. We need that!