History with Senator Cory Booker
Last night reminded me why I'm involved in politics.
As Senator Cory Booker’s voice rang out in the final hour of his historic 25-hour stand on the U.S. Senate floor, I stood in my kitchen, stirring a pot of spaghetti for my three kids—9, 12, and 14—their little faces glowing in the soft light of our home. The Senator’s words were winding down, heavy with purpose, as I set the table with plates still warm from the dishwasher.
We don’t usually watch anything during dinner—it’s our time to catch up—but last night, I couldn’t resist. I pulled my laptop to the table, and we huddled close, watching the last 30 minutes of his speech together. My kids, who usually give politics a polite nod for their old poppa’s sake, sat wide-eyed, utterly still, caught in the pull of Senator Booker’s trembling passion, his voice rising and falling like a hymn, his kindness to his fellow Senators shining through even after all those grueling hours. I felt tears prick my eyes, spilling …
