November 5, 2008,
…the day after the great election in this United States, people were weeping, everywhere.
For me, it was about the greatness of this man Barack Obama. For others it was about race. Reaching out is what we all did; for more than anyone since Kennedy, FDR, or Lincoln, he was able to touch our deeper selves. Not just our aspirations, but the limitless resources we have to give as human beings. It’s been obvious for quite awhile that many in this nation were ready to jump through hoops for him. We wanted to fill the vacuum of possibility, we genuinely wanted to work and contribute to the benefit of others, remembering the rewards. Nor should we worry; there will be fairness, this man was raised that way. Every word he had spoken came from a well of humility, greatness. He is mightily sourced, destined.
The streets were blocked to the Century City Hotel in Los Angeles, the site of the Democratic Party celebration. A phalanx of firemen barricaded the entrance to the hotel as people lined up down the street and around the block. The energy in the ballroom was something I shall never forget. I had to hold my ears against the cataclysmic emotion. People roared, demanded change, “Yes, we did.” At the moment when the electoral vote went over 300 for Obama, I had to hold on to the railing, the floor. Some of us cried and just stood there, awed as we watched the results on the giant screen, close-up after close-up of people weeping, knowing that our great country with this new commander will bring us back on track, safely altering direction, so that we as a nation can trust and be trusted again. What passion engulfed us on this historic night. I reached out for the hand of a tall black woman near me and as we looked into each others’ glistening faces we saw possibility, the possibility that was truly there for all of us. What a night.