With Georgia quite literally on everyone’s mind this week, I spent the time reading about all the visionaries that made this blue season possible. Almost all of them are black, female and gifted. Like Nse Ufot of the New Georgia Project (here). Not only is Nse a proud naturalized citizen, but she was born in Nigeria and raised in Southwest Atlanta. In the middle of a global pandemic, Nse and her organization worked tirelessly to ensure that all Georgians knew that their voices mattered and that these voices needed to be heard through their vote. She used her voice for power, as a vital necessity for existence. And the result is quite simply sterling. Nse is sterling.

Nse Ufot.

Sterling in silence. Sterling in her ability to be silent, but plant seeds for over seven years, seeds that led to 800,000 Georgians registering and flourishing with their vote in 2020. Sterling in her ability to mobilize young people, people of color, women, all sorts of women in Georgia. Sterling with being a strong leading voice, drowning our misinformation that undermines democracies. Sterling in calling out the incompetence of failed leadership. Sterling in her passion for the pain inflicted by the ongoing global pandemic among the very Georgians who continue to bear its brunt. Sterling in her fight to end voter suppression for all.

But Nse is also sterling in survival. Sterling with surviving the election of 2020 that has Georgia quite literally on everyone’s mind. Sterling in working with other black female leaders (I will reflect on all of them this week) to do the unthinkable with making Georgia, a very red state, turn blue for the first time since 1992, during the most pivotal election of my lifetime. Sterling still, post-election in helping to cure votes since Tuesday night before the Friday deadline. Sterling in turning many Georgians singular vote, their hopes and dreams with it, toward survival and change.

Nse Ufot is sterling. She is also a great reminder of how hard black women work, behind the scenes, for years, to transform our silence into a language of survival. Audre Lorde and all the black female leaders who have gone before us (and the black men too) would be so proud of you Nse. Keep being sterling.

The past 24 hours has been exhausting, draining, but defiantly optimistic. We have all waited patiently for every vote to count. We all see how impossible it is to even engage in dialogue with those that still choose to divide us. But even these divisions are tiring. Americans desperately needed a change and millions of people casted their ballot, waited in long lines, just so out votes count. And now as the end seems close, I am extremely pleased with the outcome and the opportunity to say the words Vice President Kamala Harris. The sheer audacity of her victory is enormous and history must commend her for running a fine campaign with President Joe Biden. Because of her, any other girl or woman can aspire for that highest office and not survive but also triumph as a female leader this country desperately needed.

History must also commend every black woman who organized, who worked tirelessly, unprovoked but determined to ensure that a black woman leads this nations highest office. Her victory is very much ours. Just when they think we have nothing to offer, even when they think we are silent, or nasty, we plant, little seeds here, little seeds there, working hard, from one post to the other, always aspiring to the best we know we can achieve for ourselves and all those around us and we work hard. Every one underestimates how hard the black woman works behind the scenes, even when they seem silent. Until the time comes to survive and boy are we glorious when we survive. Today was a triumphant day for all black women and because of Vice President Kamala Harris, we can all defiantly flaunt and celebrate just who we are. The seriousness of all she accomplished in her lifetime warrants us, no commands, that we celebrate being black and female in America. I celebrate her today and forever for making me hopeful, for getting us out of this mess, for helping me to dream once again of the audacity of being me.