In the dawn of Obama’s victory back in November, 2008, zillions of people posted their thoughts and hopes and fears about the future.
Many of them were pondering the overwhelming dose of expectations loading the wings of a new administration heading for take off from a ruined runway.
One of these writers was me. I had been listening voices around the world praising the dawn of a new era of understanding and friendship among peoples and cultures. It was hard to resist the tug of enthusiasm and euphoria after eight years of misfortunes.
Another of these writers was a single mother living in eastern Washington.
She had been preparing her family for a new economic glacial era, like back during the cold war. She had been on board a catcher processor off the Alaskan coast two years for the pennies to raise her kids. She had been fearing for her wedding night bed to fall into pieces for the lack of some carpentry skills. She had been praising an old era when dad and mom were honored, horses and men were one, and traditions observed.
A woman who can name a color after a gun’s metal must be definitely a Yankee, I thought.
Individualist, a little obstinate sometimes, growingly isolated by immigrant families in her own community, she may be the perfect prey for a terror campaign aimed to sink a further feet the country into this middle age of petrol mud and foreign blood.
An still she nods. Yes, she can!
She joined Obama’s campaign beginning 2008, and now she lines up waiting for the sun to rise once more. She miraculously escaped the terror trap and instead of folding herself to her winter redoubt opened her arms to a new dawn.
A woman who can endure things like that to protect her family must be definitely a Yankee.
Individualist, determined, growingly aware of a multicultural world, she may be the herald of a new future. No one else can, not even Obama. That's because she's a woman.
A woman deep and far in America.
