I was initially sad when the news came that Joe Biden was ending his presidential campaign. Biden wasn’t my first choice in 2020—that was my girl Elizabeth Warren. I think VP Harris was my second choice, but I know that Joe was nowhere near the top of my list. By the end of the primary season I could see that he had a winning message and felt confident that he’d beat TFG. And I think he’s done a great job as president.

I believed that Joe could turn it around after the bad debate, and I think if he hadn’t been sidelined by Covid that he would have. But timing is everything, and the window of opportunity closed, and so here we are. There are only 2 presidents who have turned down power when they were in a situation where they could plausibly win, and only 1 that we will witness in our lifetime.

I admired what he did, and I knew it was for the best but I was worried about what the power vacuum might do to the party, but once Biden endorsed VP Harris, I started to think that maybe the effort to  pluck failure from the jaws of success was over. I felt relief. I felt a little guilty about that, too, but at least that phase was over.

Granted I was still snake bit from the whole Hillary debacle, and thought that the next step was going to be the Dems finding new ways to disrupt the upcoming virtual roll call.

But then the tsunami of endorsements started and ran all evening on Sunday, and record grassroots fundraising, and a 40K Black women Zoom to raise money to support the Harris campaign, and the Black Men For Kamala vowing to become Swifties if Taylor Swift endorsed Harris.

And I started to feel hope. It was the hope that maybe there was a way out of this doom spiral. Maybe there was a way to change the conversation and to find a new approach to fight TFG. And by the end of the day on Monday, VP Harris had enough pledged delegates to be the presumptive nominee. Wow.

At first I was honestly confused by the quick closing of ranks. But as it went on it seemed like the natural response to Biden’s endorsement. If you were happy he stepped down, you could embrace VP Harris. And if you felt that Biden had been railroaded, you could enjoy how the machinators were thwarted by Joe’s surprise endorsement.

I’m going to miss Dark Brandon. He’d immediately recognize where this piece’s title come from, Psalm 30:  “Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”

This seems right: