When I was in middle-school I sat through The Poseidon Adventure squished into one theater seat with my best friend Robin. I was distraught through the suspense; I held onto Robin, terrified that no one was going to make it out alive. Then, at the end of the movie, the survivors are whisked to safety and the song, "There's Got to be a Morning After," full of resolve and optimism, plays.
I'm thinking of this movie, this song right now because it feels as if over the past four years, we as a country have been climbing through the capsized ocean liner, hoping for salvation. But before we can get to the part where we rub our eyes in the blinding sunlight as we look up from the ship's hull, we have to go through our darkest test. We collectively might be like Shelly Winters or Gene Hackman and get so close only to have it all slip away in the end.
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