When They Go Low, We Go High

This week has been full of tears. It’s been full of texts saying, “how are you?” and “I’m not okay. How could this have happened?” It’s been yelling, ranting, denial, staring into the blankness of walls and praying for the future. It’s been questioning everything, the people around me, the ideals of the nation I live in, and my religion. It’s been battling thoughts and actions. It’s been sickening and defeating and frustrating.

I wore a Shirley Chisholm shirt when I voted for Secretary Clinton on Tuesday. A nod to the first Black woman to run for the democratic party and the first Black woman to be elected to Congress. Be a catalyst for change. 

I wore a Shirley Chisholm shirt when I voted for Secretary Clinton on Tuesday. A nod to the first Black woman to run for the democratic party and the first Black woman to be elected to Congress. Be a catalyst for change. 

Today I called my mom for the first time since the election results. She was the first person I texted. It was 3 AM on Wednesday morning and I said, “OMG are you awake?” She texted me early the next morning and immediately began to comfort me, knowing that I had put all of my hopes into a different outcome. I called her today because I knew I could hold a conversation without crying. After we discussed and she told me to by pepper spray, pray before leaving the house, and to not walk home after work, I felt a fierceness that I had begun to feel in the past day.

I am going to get my education because it is my right. I am going to fight hate with a love so fierce it could move mountains. I am going to reach back and bring everyone I can forward with me. Am I scared? Terrified. But nobody is going to make me silent or make me apathetic or shut me down. If you thought I was a nasty woman before, I’m about to become the nastiest woman you have ever seen.

I encourage you to do the same in your own way. Write poems, prose, short stories, and reflections on your life. Paint what you feel inside, create a song that moves everyone who hears it, inspire us with your dances. Rise Up.

As you do all of this, self care. Go to your appointments and make new ones. Ask a friend to ride the bus or head to the restroom with you because you can’t go alone. Go to class and learn. I need you to take care of yourself so that you can start changing the world. Think big. Run for office, reach out in your community, and spread a compassion that pushes out the hate.

When they go low, we go so high we touch the stars. Take care of yourself.

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Teri Bradford is the Editor-in-Chief of Concept. Meet the rest of the family on the staff page.