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We will arise from the bunkers...
May. 1st, 2007 04:47 pmFirst, I officially have a passport! Yay me. And UBC's sent me another email to fill out the course form, and even though I've still not received an official acceptance letter, it makes me feel good.
Today there was a meeting for Ségolène Royal at the Charlety stadium, which is a five-minute walk from our apartment. I toyed with the idea of going, but I've got my Spanish oral tomorrow, so it's best to lock myself up and try and learn some of the stuff.
I had to go to buy some groceries, though, so I walked up to the Franprix which is really close to the stadium, and there were so many people going there. It's strange when that happens - when politics suddenly stop being invisible, when you know there's a 95% chance of the person behind you in the line being pro-Royal (when they don't actually sport a t-shirt or a sticker). I don't know if it's just me, but suddenly, I've got this sense of belonging. I might disagree with these people on so many things, but in that moment, it doesn't matter.
It reminds me of being at the Boston State House, singing the American anthem, chanting to pro-same-sex marriage slogans. When humans come together, with the same hope, that sort of positive energy, it's electrifying.
I didn't go to the meeting today because my heart would have burst with that sense of belonging, of togetherness. I can get myself in tears just feeling that, because in these moments, I know, I know there's a reason to fight for what I believe is right. Common purpose, common beliefs, the overwhelming sense that I'm not alone. That we believe, and that we should, that we have every reason to. It feels good. Energizing. Moving.
I didn't go to the meeting, because I don't want to feel this way, I dont' want to start actively believing we can beat Sarkozy Sunday. If I don't believe too hard, then Sunday won't be as bad. At least that's what I keep telling myself. And yet I hope, because no matter what I say, no matter what I feel, this is my country, and I can't give it up to what I believe is a call to division, fear, distrust. (I also don't agree with Sarkozy's plan for economics, but it's not what I'm afraid of.)
Go and vote Sunday; don't lose hope. Miracles happen.
And even when they don't, never lose hope.
Today there was a meeting for Ségolène Royal at the Charlety stadium, which is a five-minute walk from our apartment. I toyed with the idea of going, but I've got my Spanish oral tomorrow, so it's best to lock myself up and try and learn some of the stuff.
I had to go to buy some groceries, though, so I walked up to the Franprix which is really close to the stadium, and there were so many people going there. It's strange when that happens - when politics suddenly stop being invisible, when you know there's a 95% chance of the person behind you in the line being pro-Royal (when they don't actually sport a t-shirt or a sticker). I don't know if it's just me, but suddenly, I've got this sense of belonging. I might disagree with these people on so many things, but in that moment, it doesn't matter.
It reminds me of being at the Boston State House, singing the American anthem, chanting to pro-same-sex marriage slogans. When humans come together, with the same hope, that sort of positive energy, it's electrifying.
I didn't go to the meeting today because my heart would have burst with that sense of belonging, of togetherness. I can get myself in tears just feeling that, because in these moments, I know, I know there's a reason to fight for what I believe is right. Common purpose, common beliefs, the overwhelming sense that I'm not alone. That we believe, and that we should, that we have every reason to. It feels good. Energizing. Moving.
I didn't go to the meeting, because I don't want to feel this way, I dont' want to start actively believing we can beat Sarkozy Sunday. If I don't believe too hard, then Sunday won't be as bad. At least that's what I keep telling myself. And yet I hope, because no matter what I say, no matter what I feel, this is my country, and I can't give it up to what I believe is a call to division, fear, distrust. (I also don't agree with Sarkozy's plan for economics, but it's not what I'm afraid of.)
Go and vote Sunday; don't lose hope. Miracles happen.
And even when they don't, never lose hope.
