What a night!
What a dawning morning!
My heart is full of images of celebration. Jessie Jackson's tears, and the image of the middle-aged administrator of Howard University who was with her cheering students but who, when the microphone was thrust at her was too overcome to say a word. And the cheering students and their peers, all over the world. Maybe it is this generation that will change the world! And John McCain's gracious, healing, dignity, and Obama kissing his wife and his girls and sending them back, it seemed, to safety before standing alone behind a simple podium and claiming his victory.
And the crowd scenes from Chicago. Maybe the bright lights were washing out a rainbow of colors, but they seemed to be mostly white faces, and I thought...
In the end, America voted for a Black president, not because he was Black but because they thought he'd be the best president, not because of the color of his skin but because of the quality of his character, and mind, and heart, and values, and the people he had gathered around him.
That may be the greatest triumph of all.