Forty eight hours to go, and although I'm not an American, I'm a nervous wreck. I can't help feeling that something could still go wrong. And I'm not the only one. “I am so afraid some ghastly trick will be played again and we’ll wake up on Wednesday morning and we’ll be where we were in the last two elections."
“My doctor says she is treating lots of Democrats for anxiety and depression, because of their obsession with this election and their fears that Obama will lose.” The stakes are so enormous. The hope for change so great. I can't imagine what could happen if that hope was stolen, or SHATTERED by racism or ignorance.
But then I read that The Boss had been warming up a crowd of 80,000 at an Obama rally in the rain today.
“I don't know about you, but I want my country back, I want my dream back, I want my America back!" And my spirits SOARED. Because I want our neighbours to get their country back too. Just about everything about it these days horrifies me. But my grandfather who fought with them in the Second World War taught me to love Americans. And I believe that if that country chooses change it can still be a force for good.
And also because The Boss reminded me that this is MORE than just an election. It's a tidal wave of hope. Or a RISING. Like the name of song he sang today. You know this one...
Hey it's not my favourite Springsteen song. But YEAH.
Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight
La la lala la la la la...
Forty-eight hours to go. It's the Rising Time. The nightmare is almost over. Hope is EVERYTHING....
