I will never forget where I was last night, the strangely distance anticipation, blankly hearing the snide babble of the BBC anchors. Everyone in the room was certain that Obama would win, but I still had an unforgivable pain in my side that reminds me over and over that we have made the wrong decision before. I will never forget the walk home from dan’s house. It’s a misty twilight at 4:30 AM. I hear the birds rousing from their nests and perches as I walk steadily homeward. In one hand I’ve a bottle of half-drunk shiraz in the other I flip two keys over each other and over and over. I feel a surreal calm. A parched lip that had been brought to water, a fever that had finally been broken. And I go to my bed, in England, assured that I don’t have to be frightened for the future of my country, at least that I don’t have to fear that I am part of a country whose policies are dishonesty and deceit. I can be proud that we have moved forward when we could have easily stepped back into the shadows of familiarity. I can be proud of the person who stands as an icon of America, and can at least be hopeful that this person had my best interests in mind, and the best interests of my compatriots.
Cody and I were talking about the election on our way home from European Realisms lecture. He commented how he thought it was frightening in a way, because the media was treating Obama as a messianic symbol. And we compared him to JFK. I agree that it can be dangerous to think of a politician with this kind of non-political rhetoric. This rhetoric of hope and change so closely resembles the speeches of Martin Luther King, that I can’t help but a cringe a little. Remembering the last time someone tried to overturn injustice. But then. I know that we are ready to face this opposition, and I think that this is the reason Obama has become so symbolic in the few short hours that he has been declared our 44th president. He is a symbol of transition, of bridging a once insurmountable gap. A gap between races and religions and human beings in general, that has led our country to be bitter and divided and scared to death of each other. We may have gotten past the civil rights movement, the same ‘rights’ may be alloted to ‘all’ citizens, but we never talked about it. We’ve been trying to push it further and further into the deepest darkest corners of our closet. We cover it up with gossip and entertainment, and popular culture that operates on the shallowest principles of human relationships. We slayed the dragon, but we never buried it. It’s been the white elephant in the room for 40 years and we are finally acknowledging its presence, and saying “Hey, why don’t you have a seat? I think we have some things we need to talk about.”
The injustices allowed by ignorance + time, have been mostly ignored, but the eyes of the man who does not blink while facing the fiery beast will not tremble in fear, indeed, he will be mostly right on.

