Took me awhile to post on watching the inauguration, but thought I'd add a belated note about it.
What a spectacle! Old George and Barbara, in purple scarves, for solidarity. The evil mastermind being wheeled out in a chair (without his monocle and cat to stroke, however). Hillary's familiar "I'm still here" smirk. Followed by the Old Boy's Club, otherwise known as Bush's old cabinet, walking out en masse.
Then different colors broke out, women in dresses, not just men in suits. A first lady and children like a fashion ad. The man himself, not very impressive-looking, until the camera panned the other direction - 1.6 million people cheering him on. The news anchor said, "there's the real star of the day - that wide-angle shot." And they were the stars, for the first time in a long time. When a black man stood up to the podium, I texted Denise, "About fucking time this happened."
Nothing much changed, but just knowing that there were that many people that want to cheer for change, that want to make the world better, gave me a little thread of hope (audacious though it may be - har har) After eight years of fear-as-power, it made me want to come out of hiding - to take risks. If that's all the good this transition does, it'll still be something.
