Every time I read about Obama's victory I am brought to tears.
Happy tears, that is (learned courtesy of Bea, a champion happy crier).
Others in my family (some of my favorite relatives are Republicans) may be crying sad tears.
Regardless, this is a monumental and historic moment.
J loves to listen to sports radio.
(Stick with me here, there is a connection)
Now the problem, well at least one of the problems, with sports radio is that when they are not talking sports they are typically ranting on and on . . .
. . . and on . . .
. . . and on . . .
. . . about some extremely conservative point of view.
Today I borrowed J's car and as the radio came on I heard an announcer talking about a young, African American girl and how moving it was for him to see her elation, pride and overall joy at seeing the first black man elected President. While Obama didn't receive his vote, he saw a silver lining in the results.
Today I read the paper and there was a quote from Clark Howard who said he, too, was brought to tears when hearing of the election results. He attributed it to growing up at the tail end of the most bitter time of the Civil Right Movement. While he disagrees with Obama on many fiscal matters, he is proud right now.
Today I dropped my son off at school and saw children still proudly wearing Obama t-shirts and pins. They won't ever vote in a Presidential election without this moment as a back-drop.
I can't put into words how incredible this is for the healing and shifting of racial issues in America.
While not the end, it is a tremendous step forward.
It feels like magic.
