I claim no powers of augury. I always, deep down, thought Doug Jones would win the special election for Alabama senator to replace Jeff Sessions.
But, of course, this is Alabama. It's a state which went for Donald Trump by 28 points. It wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't even probable.
But, what this year has shown, is that all political sureties have been upended. The usual politics are at an end. Enough people in this country see Trump as an existential threat to the Republic, and are responding accordingly. Too many are just fine with Trump; but what tonight showed is that they are in a minority, a minority which can be defeated at the ballot box.
Black voters, specifically black women voters, sent Senator-elect Jones to Washington. They rebuked Roy Moore for his evil, and kept him from any lever of power. Remember this, Bernie cultists, when you say that Southern primaries should only count for 3/5's of a real primary since we never win in the south. When you say that, you say that these people who withstood evil and turned it back don't matter. Damn you, damn all of you.
Tonight is historic. It is another victory in the fight against fascism. It was a victory won by black voters and white allies.
It's a shame that 70% of white voters, according to exit polling, voted for the ephebophile. They're are frightened senseless enough of a world in which they are no longer the top of the food chain that they vote for a man of no moral fiber. This should put paid to any idea that we need to reach out to these people. No. We need to reach out to our base, and strengthen it. With African Americans, and Asian Americans, and Latinx, and women, and gays, we are the majority, a glorious, kaleidoscopic majority, one which sees strength in diversity, which sees power in difference. And white allies who are not fearful of a world in which they no longer hold all the cards, but gladly share power and privilege; they're part of this majority. It's a majority which has been awakened from a slumber by Trump's "victory", and it's a majority which will not be stopped.
As we close out for the night, one of my favorite opera arias, from Puccini's "Turandot", Ness'un dorma. It's last line reads: Come the dawn, I will be victorious. We will be victorious. Good night, friends.
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