Last night, November 7, I sat at my computer and watched the fireworks explode over Delaware, celebrating Joe Biden’s victory in the Presidential election. Seeing those bursts of light in the sky — a sight so tied in our nation’s consciousness to the Fourth of July — I almost cried, because over the past four years, I had forgotten what it felt like to be proud of my country.
This year, Independence Day came in November.
There is still so much work to do. But this was the first major step on the path, and it gives me hope.
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