“From far away, this is how it looks: There is a country out there where tens of millions of white Christians, voting freely, select as their leader a black man of modest origin, the son of a Muslim. There is a place on Earth — call it America — where such a thing happens.
Even where the United States is held in special contempt, like here in this benighted Palestinian coastal strip, the ‘glorious epic of Barack Obama,’ as the leftist French editor Jean Daniel calls it, makes America — the idea as much as the actual place — stand again, perhaps only fleetingly, for limitless possibility.”
~NY Times, 11/5/08
Last night I watched as a black man was overwhelmingly elected President of the United States. While over the last few weeks this was an outcome that seemed likely – inevitable, even – it wasn’t until I saw him standing on a stage with his family and accepting the job in front of the entire world that it really sunk in.
I never thought I would live to see a black president, and the reality of it has – rather unexpectedly – flushed away the cynicism that I’d built up over the last eight years and replaced it with optimism and hope.
Nothing is impossible.
I am as surprised to write these words as I am at the profound sincerity with which I do so, but I am proud to be an American today.