One Day I Am Going To Be The Mother Of Daughters and Sons, Who Will Believe They Can Do Anything. They Can Be Anyone.

“God smiled on Kamala Harris the day she was born,” was my first thought as I watched her take the oath of office, my second thought was “why didn’t God smile on me”.

There are people in this world who are just born to suffer – whatever the reasons, whatever their karma, their lives are one long list of grievances of shit that didn’t have to happen, if only other people had stepped up and tried to intervene.

Every human on this planet suffers to some degree, they experience pain, trauma, and challenges, that they never expect or even know to hope to survive. That’s also just a fact.

When I think about my life, I used to spend a lot of time asking the question “why me?” now I just am frustrated with the fact that I am in pain all the time – I cry about it, I whine about it, but I don’t wonder why. I just assume that I did something horrendously awful in a past life, but what if that’s not the case?

What if I am where I am at this exact moment watching the peaceful transfer of power, because one day I am going to be the one writing the next great chapter? What if I am here so that one day a million hours from now I am the one to help push something or someone forward?

That’s what today is for me. It’s a reminder that I am where I am, so that I can tell my children about this day, so that I can be in exactly the right place at the exact right time, what if my sitting my apartment in Surrey BC, doesn’t matter today because it’s going to matter five years from now? Or ten? Or a hundred?

I am thinking today of all the people around the world who didn’t make it to see Kamala Harris ascend to the Vice Presidency, or Joe Biden to the Presidency. I am thinking about all the people whose entire lives and existences were swept away due to covid, gang violence, murder, illness, and sickness. I am thinking about all the lives that have been lost over the last four years, and I am sad.

I am heartbroken because I feel like so many of those people didn’t have to die, and I am still trying to have faith, still trying to believe that there is something greater around the corner, for all of us.

When I think about this specific post I am not trying to inspire anyone but myself, I am trying to put words into my mind that will give me hope and inspire me to get through another not so great emotional day, on a day when the world is celebrating America again.

I am thinking about all the little Brown and Black girls in Africa, Somalia, Pakistan, Iran, India, Canada, who are looking to their television screens and seeing something just as important as watching the first man walk on the moon.

Today is our day, today is the day of the woman, because today for the first time in history, America, “The most powerful country in the world” has it’s first woman Vice President.

That’s huge, because it’s going to inspire people across the world, and those people are going to grow up to do something great, because now that they’ve seen this, they will believe that they can.

This is my “first man on the moon” moment, and I wish more than anything that my mom could be here watching it with me, but instead she’s at work on the frontlines, still hoping for the day someone comes along to make her life just a little bit easier.

I wish that could be me, and now I am starting to have faith that it can be one day, I just have to get through these emotional days and I am going to be okay again. I have to, because I decided that I want to. If I am ever going to shake Vice President Kamala Harris’s hand, then I have to get through these dark times.

That’s hope.

Hope that I can, and that I will, because she did.

Sending all my love,

Devon J Hall