Tears From The Bay State
When I found out that Senator Kennedy died this morning, I cried.
It wasn't sobbing or loud wailing. But as I quietly sat watching television, my eyes would not stop tearing.
I didn't know Senator Kennedy personally. But as a lifelong citizen of Massachusetts, he's always been my Senator. From day one.
Photo courtesy of Xavier.
As a little black girl growing up in Massachusetts during the late 60's, I heard my parents talking about politicians. About who actually cared about our struggle for civil rights. I heard about the Kennedy family. That they cared about the poor, people of color, or anyone who needed help.
Are they a perfect family? No. Far from it. So those who may want to drone on about their mistakes, that's your business. But not my focus here.
When you hear news reports of people saying that if you needed help, you could call Senator Kennedy's office and someone would help you, some may wonder. This is absolutely true. Even when Bush became president, I figured, well at least we have Kennedy in the Senate.
I was just talking to my mother and she was saying that as much as we are happy with the legislation that he moved forward, we don't know about all the bad legislation that he prevented from going forward. There is a void in Massachusetts, in our country, and in our world.
Tomorrow and Friday, there will be a public viewing at the JFK Library. I've always gone there for interesting lectures and events. Or even to sit in the back by the water and watch the planes take off from Logan. I don't know if I'll be going or really what else to write. Rest in peace Senator Kennedy.
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