Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.” ― Laurell K. Hamilton, Guilty Pleasures
I have always believed that hope is that stubborn thing inside us that insists, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that something better awaits us so long as we have the courage to keep reaching, to keep working, to keep fighting.
America, I believe we can build on the progress we've made and continue to fight for new jobs and new opportunity and new security for the middle class. I believe we can keep the promise of our founders, the idea that if you're willing to work hard, it doesn't matter who you are or where you come from or what you look like or where you love. It doesn't matter whether you're black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or rich or poor, able, disabled, gay or straight, you can make it here in America if you're willing to try.
I believe we can seize this future together because we are not as divided as our politics suggests. We're not as cynical as the pundits believe. We are greater than the sum of our individual ambitions, and we remain more than a collection of red states and blue states. We are and forever will be the United States of America.
President Barack Obama, excerpt from Acceptance Speech November 7, 2012 (via BBC News)
People who are fighting for equality may have differing opinions of what that means and different methods of approaching the fight; it doesn’t mean that they aren’t fighting for the same things. My vision of equality is simple: whatever someone’s choices are, it’s having the right to choose that matters. No slut-shaming, no victim-blaming, no prescriptivism determining the validity of choices. An end to the presumptive primacy of the male gaze and voice. This is why we can’t have nice things: we don’t have equality yet. We’re a little more equal than we were fifty years ago, but people are still debating whether equal pay is a right. They’re still debating our right to self-determination over our own bodies, and the right of all citizens to legally marry. There is still bigotry ad nauseum.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that
some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear
beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to
change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without
knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.