Some people think we don't have the right
To say its my country
Before they give in, they'd rather fuss and fight
Than say it's my country
I've paid three hundred years or more
Of slave driving, sweat, and welts on my back
This is my country
Too many have died in protecting my pride
For me to go second class
We've survived a hard blow and I want you to know
That you'll face us at last
And I know you will give consideration
Shall we perish unjust or live equal as a nation?
This is my country
And I know you will give consideration
Shall we perish unjust or live equal as a nation?
This is my country
"This Is My Country" by the Impressions
I cannot even begin to express my feelings about yesterday's election. I am so utterly proud to be a Hyde Parker, a Chicagoan, an American and a woman of African American heritage today. I'm filled with hope for our nation in a way I never have been before.
During my time at Harvard my area of concentration was African American studies; often the question of whether America could overcome our long history of racism surfaced in conversation. I myself hoped it could happen in my lifetime, but I just couldn't be sure and I didn't want to get my hopes up, only to be disappointed. Barack Obama (whose name, by the way, means "blessing") has been nothing but a source of pride for me throughout his campaign. He's really a mensch, as they say. But what's more, I am proud of my fellow Americans who rejected the old paradigm and turned out in record numbers to make their voices heard.
Oh! My outfit! Almost forgot...
multicolored fedora, urban outfitters sale
silver hoops, flea market
vintage sunglasses, thrifted
vintage silk liberty scarf, thrifted
flag pin, thrifted
vintage white trench coat, thrifted
green tweed purse, swap with iseepretties
vintage denim skirt, thrifted
gray tights, thrifted
silver flats, thrifted
nov19
