We did something yesterday that I thought was nearly impossible. We elected an educated and eloquent black man to the presidency. I am so proud. Really, I am busting with pride.
I come from racist people - very racist people. When I was a child, even watching the Cosby Show was frowned upon in our house. My grandfather would call us "nigger lovers" as he turned the TV off. I am sure that my grandfather is rolling over in his grave today. But me? I am happy as a clam.
Although I am genuinely delighted that Obama is the new president-elect, I am still worried. Perhaps my fears are unwarranted, but I worry that some ignorant person will turn my pride and happiness into sadness and despair.
But I am choosing to believe in America today. Is it January 20th yet?