by Damozel | I won't say that I always wanted him to be the candidate. I love Hill, and I wanted a Clinton/Obama ticket. But on this day of days---I am assuming he will win; I hope I hope I hope---I am so excited to think I have lived to see this. And I admit it: once I got over my initial disappointment, and Obama started talking policy instead of hope, I fell hard for him.
I was a small child in South Carolina in the Sixties. I remember the school bus incident just across the border in North Carolina. I remember other things that I am not going to think about on this historic day. I hope there is a Heaven. I want to believe that the African-Americans who worked for my various relatives and neighbors for a pittance, had to use the "Colored Waiting Room" at the doctor, and live in horrible little shacks on the edge of town because there was no way for them to get any money are looking down on us today. They would never, never, never have believed it could happen. They would never have had the audacity.
And yet look at where we've come. I'll be crushed if Obama loses, and yet: Eugene Robinson is right; win or lose, this is a grand moment in American history.
A phototoon to memorialize the moment:
phoenixwoman.wordpress.com/2008/11/04/and-so-the-wild-ride-of-mr-bush-came-to-an-end/
Posted by: Charles | November 04, 2008 at 07:33 PM