Written 21 January, 2021.<\/p>\n
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For weeks, I \u00a0worried with the world that it wouldn’t happen. That Trump with his 69 court cases would wrangle a way to retain power and the virus deaths would rage on and on, and another half a million people would unnecessarily die- 400,000 by today. More than America lost in the second world war. That one of the maddened rioters Trump told lies to about how he’d really won would assassinate Biden on inauguration day.<\/p>\n
So worried, I knew by the time i went to sleep that the inauguration was at 3 am our time and my heart woke me up at 3.05 all by itself, my little heart. And so I saw the ceremony, and suddenly I relished American ceremony, so different from the British with their prancing horsemen and \u00a0thrones and crowns and aristocracy built on privilege and wealth from hushed-up slavery and piracy. My heart wept through Kamala Harris’ pledge, through Biden’s speech, through Lady Gaga singing their anthem in her wonderful black and red tutu, and the Republican country and western star Garth Brooks with the best ever rendition of” Amazing Grace”. At 4.15am \u00a0I woke GG.<\/p>\n
Biden’s safe and he’s in<\/em>, I told him. GG groaned and turned over. He’d known Biden would survive. I hadn’t.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n