Regardless of your political leanings, your religious affiliations, your age, socioeconomic status or the color of your skin, you had to be moved last night watching, for the first time in the history of our country, an African-American accept the Democratic nomination for President of the United States. I get goosebumps just thinking about it.
What a historic event! So far in my lifetime, momentous “Remember where you were” moments seem to be grim — the Challenger space shuttle exploding, the Twin Towers falling. But last night, last night gave me a special kind of pride in our country. Granted, it’s too long in the making, but still. At least the day has finally come.
And I would have had the same kind of pride if Hillary Clinton had been the one standing up there. Now I am confident that in my lifetime I will see a woman, backed by one of the major parties, on the ballot for U.S. President.
Ain’t that somethin’.
3 comments:
And on top of that, it was a truly remarkable speech!
Why do people continue to forget about his mother being Caucasian? How does this make him African-American? Hello, he's half white, fully raised by his white mother! To put his nomination in the same league as the Challenger being blown up or the WTC buildings falling is sickening.
Anon - Your comment cracked me up! Your argument is on semantics? That's rich. Thanks for the smile.
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