A friend of mine by the name of Glenn Reitz, may he rest in peace, once said of a particularly cherishable evening that “tonight is a good day to die.” Fortunately he didn’t die that evening, and would live another three years before finally succumbing to complications from AIDS. However, I totally understand the sentiment. There are rare evenings in anyone’s life that one could call a fitting ending to their story. A place where one would feel that they have seen what they needed to see in life, done what needed to be done, and felt at that moment that they could die peacefully knowing that the joy of that moment will never be achieved again. For me, that was last night when Barack Obama was pronounced the first African-American President-Elect of the United States of America.
As last night’s election returns began to paint the clear picture of his ascention to POTUS, I began to realize that I was witnessing one of those “where were you when this happened” moments. Moments that you tell your grandchildren, great grandchildren, and anyone else in the Shady Pines home that will listen (so long as their hearing aids don’t give out). Still, it took some time before I could come to grips with what was happening. See, I was watching the returns mostly on MSNBC, while surfing CNN, FOX, ABC, and CBS (since NBC is the parent net of MSNBC, it just seemed redundant to go to them). While I like MSNBC, I just wasn’t willing to trust in their somewhat leftist tilt on reporting the results. So you’ll understand why it wasn’t until FOX News (a.k.a. the Fake Noise Crapper) projected Obama as the winner that it finally sunk in and I allowed myself to finally believe that this was going to happen. After a couple of frantic calls to my mother and my brother, I decided to take a walk and see reaction from the rest of the city of Philadelphia.
South Broad street is about a block and a half from my apartment, and I figured if there was anyplace to get reaction that would be it. Once I exited my apartment, I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed. The chants of “Obama, Obama”, “Yes we can, Yes we can”, even “USA, USA” could be heard immediately. The party had started, the second one in as many weeks (last week it was the Phillies World Series win) as jubulant supporters rushed to express their excitement in not only repudiating the Republican regime, but in making history. This was a night for America, Blacks, Whites, Asians, Hispanics, Men, Women, Gay, Straight, Young and Old. No Red/Blue states, no Real/Fake Pro/Anti America, no Black/White America. In that rarest of rare moments we were all united under one America in celebration, not of an ending, but of a new beginning. A beginning of an era where we’re not divided by our petty differences for the political gain of a few. We all chanted, yelled, high-fived, hugged, even snapped a few pictures. One African-American woman, I’m guessing in her 30s, just broke down in tears of joy as we hugged each other. She told me of her children and how she can now show them a positive example of what Blacks can achieve. By the time Obama gave his acceptance speech, nothing was really moving along south Broad, and most of the drivers along the two block stretch decided to park in the middle of the road and partake in the celebration. As he gave his speech, everyone along the block, a few hundred by this time, gathered along the nearest car with a radio (or TV) to listen. It was probably the most amazing site I’ve ever witnessed. Hundreds awed to almost total silence listening to the words of the man that has inspired us all. In that moment we were all connected as one people. It was in that moment that I felt such pitty for the people who would seek to divide this country through hatred and fear, for they can never know the strength and joy that can come from unity with their fellow man.
This was about more than history. It was about taking this nation in a new direction, through uncharted waters. None of us know what is to come, we never really did, but we look forward to it with a sense of hope and optimism for the first time. Thanks to that night, I look forward to a time when patriotism isn’t used as justification for hatred, when religion isn’t used as an excuse for racisim, and when fear isn’t used to force capitulation or to subvert contrary ideas. To paraphrase the woefully misquoted Michelle Obama, for the first time in a long time I’m actually proud again to be an American. Now when I hear chants of USA, USA, I feel that I’m included in that chant.
Now I can say with a full and humble heart, God Bless America.