History

Last night I was watching CNN, MSNBC and yes, even FOX news as the delegates rained, and I waited to hear Barack Obama, the first ever African American to be the democratic party presidential nominee. I wanted to wake up jacob. To show him history happening. 2 things stopped me, well three actually - the most obvious being that if I woke him up he wouldn't go back to sleep. The other two are at opposite ends of the spectrum in emotional reaction. On a positive note, I realized that in the way that the word "assassination" didn't strike me in the way it struck my mom, that Jacob's generation will assume that an African American can be president of the USA. I cried during his speech. I cried watching the crowd. I cried from relief and happiness that there is an underbelly of this country that is shifting rapidly.

I also watched Hillary Clinton speak. And I watched the pundits talk about her as a possible Veep. And I was angry. Angry because a moment in history was being stolen, undercut, by something that could have waited until today or tomorrow. Angry because if I had woken Jacob, he would have heard as much about Hillary Clinton and what to do with her as he would have this historic moment. Angry at John McCain for not recognizing the significance of the moment in a speech that was delivered like a wax museum brainwashed version of a John McCain I have admired in the past.

Barack Obama has already made the world a better place for my son. For that, I say thank you. From the deepest part of my heart, thank you.