I was there
I don’t usually get emotional about voting. In fact, up until 5 years ago, I was one of the apathetic many who didn’t believe that my vote counted for anything, so I didn’t vote at all. Four years ago, I knew that I had to vote. Even if my state wasn’t going to go the way I wanted, I had to vote so feel some power over the situation. I voted not so much for Kerry, but against Bush and his policies.
This year was so different for me. Sure, I was voting against Bush and his polices, which I really believe McCain would have brought to the presidency. But more than that, I was voting for Obama. I believe in Obama. When I listen to Obama talk, I feel inspired. I get that knot in my throat, butterflies in my stomach. Prior to this, I had NEVER felt inspired by a politician. NEVER. Ever.
I’m going to honest. Race never entered the picture in my decision. I honestly think that Obama is the best person for the job at hand, and he could have been purple, for all I cared. But after I cast my ballot yesterday, I found myself getting teary-eyed leaving the polling place. For the first time in this long, drawn-out process, I finally realized how historic it was that I got to vote for an African American for president. For the first time in a very long time, I was proud of my country.
And I get to say that I was there. I was there when the United States elected its first African American president. I was there for a truly historic event. I was there.
I’ve never been channelled before. I’m hoping through a contact Tim has maybe we might actually get to meet our future 44th president. We watched the election results together as a family. I’m hoping to instill a better civic attitude in the girls than my parents gave me. I, like you, didn’t care all that much untill the last election when I cried tears of disappointment when Bush was re-elected. I actually believe that Obama means what he says and isn’t just blowing sunshine like so many others. And I also can’t sit by and allow the Christian right to enforce their narrow views and restrict my girls’ future all in the name of ‘morality’. Okay, I’m done taking over your comments!