Dear Friend,
This morning, I know many of us are hurt. We tried, we hoped, and we showed up with everything we had. But as life often reminds us, sometimes, even when we give it all, the outcome isn’t what we strived for. Today feels heavy, and it’s okay to feel the weight of it. It’s okay to be disappointed, to be scared, and to be tired. I feel it. We all feel it.
This cuts deep and it’s not just about a candidate or a title—it’s about what Kamala's victory could have meant for us, our children, and our community. We saw a future where our voices, our power, and our leadership were fully recognized and protected at the highest level. And to have that seamingly slip away…it hurts.
But even in this moment, we are not defeated. History has taught us time and time again taught that Black women especially are made of something unbreakable. We have been carrying the weight of hope and resilience for generations, through times when the road ahead seemed impossible. Even now, in this moment of disappointment, I know we will continue to rise. We always do.
I think of the women who came before us, who fought battles harder than we can imagine. Like Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth, who fought for freedom when the world denied their humanity. Like Ida B. Wells, who fearlessly wielded her pen against injustice. Like Shirley Chisholm, who boldly entered Congress and paved the way for women in leadership. I think of Rosa Parks, Fannie Lou Hamer, Dorothy Height, and other women of the Civil Rights Movement—whose courage helped light the way for us, even when the path was perilous. Coretta Scott King and Betty Shabazz, who held up their families and communities, even as they carried the pain of unimaginable loss. And I think of all the nameless, facelessBlack women who have been the backbone of every movement, every family, every inch of progress we’ve made in this country.
And of course, I think of Kamala Harris, who fought a hard fight in such a short time, in the face of the type of disrespect that many of us as Black women are all too familiar with - reminding us that our dreams for the future are worth every ounce of our energy and courage. Kamala stepped onto a stage where so few of us have been allowed, and while this was not the victory we hoped for, we thank her for her strength, her persistence, her grace and for blazing a path that others will one day follow.
Most of all, today, I celebrate each of you. I celebrate our courage, our determination, and our relentless love for each other and our community. I celebrate the fact that we showed up, even when the odds were stacked against us. I celebrate our resilience—because though we may be disappointed, we are not broken. We are still here, and we are still powerful.
For my two sons, who voted in their first and second Presidential elections, I remind them that our strength is not defined by one outcome. They will learn that even when we don’t win, we don’t stop, we don't give up. For my two young daughters, I remind them that our dreams are worth fighting for, that they are worthy, and that they can and should always aim for the stars.
Let’s hold each other close today. Let’s honor our sadness, our anger, and our exhaustion. But let’s also honor our resilience. Let’s remember that our story isn’t finished, and that this moment, while painful, is just one chapter in a legacy that is so much bigger than any one election.
We are more than the outcome. We are the dreamers, the fighters, and the women who continue to make a way out of no way. Today, we may feel like we’ve lost, but tomorrow, we keep going. Because that’s what we do. That’s who we are. We've only just begun.
Take your time, feel what you need to feel, and then lift your head high and adjust your crown. Our light cannot and will never be dimmed. Period.
With love,Nicole
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