Yesterday I was lucky enough to be able to take the day off from work to be dad. I took the day because Dev’s school was closed – one of the many holidays that public schools force us parents to make other arrangements for.?Anyway, I seized the opportunity and walked with my son to?our local voting station.?Once there we waited in line for about a half an hour to cast our vote. This was notable, and telling, because I have voted in?the two presidential elections prior to this one and I never had to wait in line. Waitingwas probably the best part – it allowed us to take in the electricity of the day.?In the booth?father and son’s hands intertwined as we hastily pulled a lever that helped change the world.
For some reason I cannot articulate the events of yesterday. I am almost at a complete loss for words. But not quite. We made history on November 4, 2008. We made American history, black history, and world history. We, as a people, have corrected (at least on some level) eight years of mistakes and failure, and for that we should be thrilled.
I’ve always been a proud American black man but today as I walked the streets of Manhattan and the Bronx my chest?stuck out a little further, my swagger was a little more pronounced. Because of what we did yesterday my son will inherit a country with greater possibilities than the one my ancestors built on broken backs and burdened shoulders. I must say though – and please forgive my inability to look at this triumph?without a critical eye?- that as?the country banded together?for a common goal?we made history, but we did not erase it.?
That being said, cheers to the United States of America! Once again a beacon of hope for all who dare to dream of a better world. And cheers to Barack Obama, the 44th president of?country where freedom truly does ring.?