Dunand/GettyTwo hundred twenty-one years ago, the Founding Fathers wrote into the U.S. Constitution that slaves were to be counted as three-fifths of a human being in the representative democracy that was being born.
Last night, I wept openly as I watched a photograph of Barack Obama posted alongside these words: The 44th President of the United States of American. I knew something would get me going, and that was it…but then so much else kept it flowing.
150,000 in Grant Park, Chicago…how I longed to be there with them!
Barack, Michelle, Sasha, & Malia Obama walking on to the stage- our new First Family.
Jesse Jackson with tears streaming down his face.
People of every background crowded together in Times Square, not only celebrating a new year, but a new era.
The crowds to the north, in Harlem- fathers with sons, mothers with daughters, explaining the history of such a moment.
Even John McCain, eloquently and graciously conceding.
And I thought to myself, “What isn’t possible, if you continue to work hard, pursue new avenues, maintain the flame of hope…what isn’t possible?”
This man, Barack Obama, inspires me, and I am proud to call him my President, and I am proud to call this my country.
