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And everything changes

I am watching McCain concede, like a gentleman.
I am watching girls kneel and cry. I'm listening to my grandma laugh through the phone and praise God for living long enough to see this. She is 72. Her mother paid poll tax. Her mother's mother was born into slavery. In my other ear I am listening to my mom marvel at the sea of people-- all kinds of people-- Asians, Blacks, Jews, Latinos, Old, Young. My mother grew up in segregated Florida and Alabama. She remembers when she could not eat at Howard Johnson in California as a girl.  I am text messaging Julian Ryu and asking where he is. Is he in Brooklyn or in Times Square? Can I see him on tv? I am thinking of myself, a biracial, Arab named lawyer and I am smiling.

The connections I have tonight-- the things I'm conveying to the people I care about are reflective of this victory. This isn't a Black victory. This is an American victory. The tears on my cheeks are American tears and my joy is American joy. All those people rejoicing-- they rejoice peacefully and happily.

Maybe the revolution can be televised.

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originalenid
Nov. 5th, 2008 08:29 am (UTC)
*fattie smush*

San Francisco has come alive. So many people out in the streets, just ecstatic, friendly, loving. I had to go outside to take part, I have never met so many neighbors.

It has been great reading your thoughts through this, thank you!

Obama's in, now we begin.
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