I can’t stop crying

I remember hearing him speak for the first time at the Democratic National Convention in 2004.  I remember what everyone said at the time: That man is going to be our first black president.  I remember when this election cycle started (way too damn early) and people created a movement to recruit Obama and encourage him to run.  I remember thinking it would be some nice practice for him, to get in the game and maybe do a primay or two.  I remember thinking, as it became clear that this wasn’t just going to be a passing fancy, that he could not win because he’s black.  I remember bracing myself for the wave of stupid that was sure to accompany this campaign.  I remember a growing sense that maybe maybe maybe this could actually happen.  I emember waking up one day and realizing that I wanted it badly.  I didn’t just want it to not be McCain or any other Republican, I wanted it to be Obama.  I remember hearing it said over and over on the television, that he had won, and not registering it right away.  Because I just knew that it would be weeks and weeks.  But it really happened.  Really really.  It’s done.

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10 thoughts on “I can’t stop crying

  1. He made it, he fuckin’ made it, and I cannot express how PROUD I am to be one of the three states that pushed his numbers over that critical edge!

    Yes We DID!!!!!

  2. Listening to Obama’s speech, I am weeping with the realization that I have been waiting my entire life to hear an American president articulate the sorts of thoughts about our country and our world that I might actually be having myself.

  3. OMG, it’s happened. It’s really happened! Break out the bubbly, honey, cuz our world just changed for the better! I am so ecstatically happy, crying with joy, that finally, FINALLY, we can believe in our country and have hope again.

    Thank God, whichever one/ones/expression you happen to believe in.
    – D

  4. I honestly didn’t think it would happen. I’d gotten so jaded, so tired, that I didn’t dare believe. I voted and volunteered but with no real sense of hope. My God. I’m so incredibly glad to be wrong.

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