Washington, D.C. is a different city this morning, and America is a different country. I am breathless, and there is a part of me that still doesn’t believe it. We won. Barack Obama is the next President of the United States.
A year ago, I was a lukewarm Hillary Clinton supporter. I liked Obama, his temperament, his intellect, his ideals and integrity. But I was skeptical he could win. As Iowa approached, I was virtually uncommitted, but after his resounding victory, I went all in for him. Iowa proved to me and a lot of other people that he could do it. Last night’s election was proof that we were right.
I was nervous all night, sick to my stomach with anxiety. When Pennsylvania was called, I felt a sudden flood of hope — McCain and Palin worked hard to turn the state, but Obama won it handily. After that, it was nothing but good news, an electoral map expanded past the Kerry states into traditional red states. Ohio, Florida, Virginia, New Mexico, Colorado, Indiana. It’s still hard to believe.
I cycled between all the cable networks, switched to the Call of Duty: World at War beta, and then back to the election.
And suddenly, perhaps surprisingly, the networks called the election for Obama. The city around me was silent, as if my fellow Washingtonians couldn’t believe what had happened, either. And then scattered cheers, horns honking, fireworks could be heard. The sound grew and grew until around 11pm there was a flood of people heading down 16th St past my apartment — white, black, hispanic, young and old. Celebrating, cheering, dancing, hugging. Complete strangers hugging and shaking hands and high-fiving. Terrorist fist bumps.
The revelers took over U Street, some climbed on to of the bus stops and danced on the overhangs. Further down 16th, thousands filled Lafayette Park at the gates to the White House, cheering and waving signs.
Later, McCain offered his stirring and heroic concession speech. For a moment, I forgot about past three months and remembered the great man I backed in 2000. Here he was, ringing in the arrival of Barack Obama with grace and dignity.
And then Obama’s acceptance speech. In my mind there were two great Presidents of the 20th Century, idealogical mirror images — Franklin Roosevelt and Ronald Reagan. One a champion of liberalism, the other conservatism, they shared the ability to rally the nation in a time of crisis and bring us together as one people. While Bush was President of the Republican Party, Roosevelt and Reagan were both President to the nation. Obama’s call for civility, for reconciliation, for working together fits the mold of those two men. Who knows if he can be successful, but the chance is there.
This morning, my co-workers and I stood in the hallway, still somewhat dumbfounded that we pulled it off. Everyone tearing up with emotion, sharing a common bond.
As much as this election means to rank and file Democrats, who felt alienated from the government and unrepresented for the better part of eight years, the significance of Obama’s win has greater value to African Americans.
Just 40 years ago, African Americans could not attend the same schools as whites, couldn’t eat in the same restaurants, ride in the same part of the bus, or work the same jobs. Even with civil rights victories, there was a belief among many African Americans that this country was not their’s. That they weren’t really Americans, that they would never have full citizenship.
And yet this morning, Barack Obama will be the next President. The message to black children across the country is clear — you can do anything. America is yours, too.
Immigrants from countries around the world can look at their child, male or female, and say: You could some day be President. America is yours, too.
Today at work one of my friends, a conservative, came up to me and said: “You should thank me.”
For a moment I was confused.
“It was a hard decision,” he said, “but I voted for Obama.”
I immediately shook his hand and thanked him, because I knew how difficult it was for him. The two of us had discussed the election frequently, and I listened to his concerns, trying to offer my side of things without giving him the hard sell. I don’t believe in being an evangelist, of forcing my views on others. All I can do is give them my side, and let them decide if that changes their mind.
He told me the struggle he and his wife had making up their minds about who to vote for, how they were concerned that Obama’s policies might make it so she lost her job. “But at the end of the day, I had to do it for my son,” he said.
His wife is Brazilian. At first I didn’t understand what he meant, but then it hit me. I understood.
It’s a brand new day. For the first time in a long time, I believe anything is truly possible — that the Bush years can be erased, that America can be great again. It may not happen, but I know it can.
Today the world knows that a majority of Americans — the biggest majority since Reagan — have elected Barack Hussein Obama as their next President. We’re not the country they thought we were — the racist, warmongering brutes that the hypocrites in Europe stereotyped us as. They would never think to elect someone from the working class, let alone a lower middle class man of mixed African and European descent. We are the greatest country on earth, and any American can be President. No other country on the planet can claim the same.
Sorry this is so disjointed. I have so much to say, but no way to express it all.