Ah Jeez. I wrote this elaborate post the other day about the two candidates before you.
Y'all.
Here we are. The last 48 hours. Here we are.
Sunday (the day before yesterday) afternoon feels like one of those days where you will always remember where you were when you heard the "news".
And so it happened that Joe Biden dropped out of the presidential race. There is a LOT to unpack about everything that's happened. I know that no one needs my analysis. I have nothing new to say apart from what everyone and their mamas already said. Yet, I feel a gnawing to just say something here; perhaps because I made this whole case for Joe Biden just two posts ago. I think the main reason why it always feels so odd to be quiet in monumental times like this is akin to what Toni Morrison once said:
This is precisely the time when artists go to work
There is no time for despair
No place for self-pity
No need for silence
No room for fear
We speak
We write
We do language
This is how civilizations heal