Tuesday, Nov 4th was an emotional day to be sure.
There was a lot of joy at the bonfire/election day party I attended. And an amazing amount of hope at Grant Park in Chicago. The kind you could actually feel right through the television set. (And I can only imagine what it was like to be there. Wow.)
A friend of mine mentioned how he was in Grant Park for a large gathering back in 1968. I believe it was a give-peace-a-chance and oh-by-the-way-how-about-some-civil-rights-type of Democratic National Convention.
The main difference between Grant Park in November 2008 and August 1968 was the mood. Those attending the Obama rally were extremely emotional but very chill. There appeared to be lots of quiet tears, which spoke so very loudly about the hope we should all have for the future.
This past Tuesday, the nearly-riotous behavior took place in Arizona, instead of Illinois. For a minute, I thought it was still Halloween, as the “boos” rang out from the crowd of McCain supporters at the very mention of Obama’s name.
But then again, even kids on all saint’s eve wouldn’t be that immature. And even with their limited life experiences, children may not be that narrow minded.
Now that the election is over, I am ready to stop hearing about Obama’s color. I didn’t vote for him because he’s black, or because he’s a man. I voted for him because I think he’s exactly what this country needs – a breath of fresh air.
People who complain about his lack of experience should think of it as a clean slate instead of a short resume. After all, nothing changes if nothing changes. And everything does when it does.
Unscripted 