by Solomon Jones | WHYY
On Saturday afternoon, when the numbers in Pennsylvania prompted every major media outlet to call the presidential race for Joe Biden and his running mate, Kamala Harris, I was filled with a mix of joy and relief.
I joined my neighbors in rushing outside to release the primal shouts we’ve all been holding in for the last four years. As if on cue, the bell atop a neighborhood church began to toll, and then, as pockets of jubilation exploded throughout Philadelphia and beyond, those who’d voted for Biden came together to celebrate the victory.
It is a victory punctuated by the historic presence of Biden’s running mate, Kamala Harris — the first woman, first Black person, and first South Asian ever to be elected Vice President.
But even as cars filled with celebrants snaked along Philadelphia’s Germantown Avenue, their horns blaring insistently and their drivers beaming with joy, my happiness was tempered with caution. Even as fellow Democrats danced in my city’s streets and beyond, I couldn’t fully give in to the moment. That’s because I know that while Biden defeated Trump by more than 4 million votes, there are 70 million Americans who voted for Trump’s brand of racially divisive politics.
Those Americans will still be here tomorrow, and tomorrow, I will still be Black.