November 7, 2020.
By: Stefanie Baptista
Opinion Editor
On the day of November 7, 2020, I was at work. I was at work when I found out that Joseph R. Biden Jr. and Kamala Harris were elected president and vice president of the United States of America. I was in the cleaning aisle. Fitting, considering I would need something to mop up my tears of joy and relief.
I remember hearing whispers from coworkers. Whispers of, “Biden just won,” “Pennsylvania went blue,” and other cries of relief. Those whispers turned into an all out expression of gratitude. Gratitude that Americans recognized we deserved better and voted for it. Gratitude that come January 20, 2021, Trump will no longer be a resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
I was speechless on that day. I had no words, just pure pride. Pride in the fact that America was going to move forward. Pride in the fact that we elected two people qualified for the job. Pride in the fact that I’m alive to see the first female vice president. As a child, I wanted to be the first female president/vice president; boy, am I glad that day came much sooner.
November 7, 2020 is going to become one of those moments in history where people remember exactly where they were and who they were with. Americans and other people around the world alike. The unity that was displayed that day was palpable, no matter which corner of the world you were in, and I think that’s beautiful. Where were you on November 7th?
