Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
I was in Tennessee last week for the Seahawk vs Titan’s game.
My son, now residing in Chicago joined me as it is less than an hour’s flight from Illinois to Tennessee.
As a girl from the Pacific Northwest, I was eager to show my son Nashville’s lively Broadway nightlife.
We, along with all the other 12’s donned our Seahawk gear and hit the action from Acme Feed and Seed to George Jones and of course my favorite, BB Kings. The entertainment beckoned an intersection of New Orleans and Las Vegas where talented performers took the stage door after door and filled your soul with just damn feel good music for every generation.
From the beginning of time, music has had a way of bringing people together. We know the lyrics, and sing along. We jam to a beat and unconsciously our bodies sway. Music makes us remember loved lost and loves found. Babies are born to music, and last breaths are taken to music. It takes us to a moment in time…
A moment in time for me came at the pre-kick off of the Sunday big game. As we arose for the National Anthem and none of the players were on the field, I reconciled the irony that this beautiful melody designed to unite had become so divisive.
Oh, say! does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave
Tears filled my eyes and my heart was heavy as I thought of how many sensational renditions I have paid witness to hearing these triumphant words. My personal favorites include Ray Charles and Whitney Houston.
But then, I thought of how many people these words don’t hold true for. I thought of Kalief Broward, the 16 year old African American child (yes, I call him child, as that is the age of my daughter who still depends on me for her every need.) Kalief was jailed at the most notorious prison, Riker’s Island for 3 years, wrongfully accused of stealing a backpack. He was beaten mercilessly by gangs and officers, and what was stolen was his life. His only crime was he being born black and poor. It is with a truly heavy heart that I suggest you tune in to the Kalief Broward documentary for the full devastating story.
That night, when it was time for bed, I took the knee- and I prayed for us all.
God Bless America – Let’s make it Beautiful for ALL
And sing along with Ray Charles
You know, I wish I had somebody to help me sing this
(America, America, God shed his grace on thee)
America, I love you America, you see
My God he done shed his grace on thee
And you oughta love him for it
Cause he, he, he ,he crowned thy good
He told me he would, with brotherhood
(From sea to shining Sea)
Oh lord, oh lord, I thank you Lord