Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Black Man Running

I know there are a lot of folks sitting around scratching their heads saying, "How the hell did that happen?" I'm sure those same people thought it was a big joke when Barack Obama announced that he was running for President of the United States. I know the Clintons damn sure didn't think he would take the nomination they thought they were entitled to. When he won the Iowa primary they had to take him seriously, but I still don't think they thought he could take it all the way. Well guess what, he did.

Damn it felt good to watch that strong, black man stand in front of a stadium full of 80,000 people and claim what belonged to him.

I thought of all that our people have gone through and how many of those very people are not here to witness this moment. It's because of them that Barack Obama has the opportunity to be our President, and he knows that.

I'm usually a crier, but as I watched Barack speak I felt so much pride that all I could do was smile and throw in a "Amen" and a "speak brother" every now and then. My heart was full. I thought a lot about my father. I wish he was here to witness this moment. He would be so proud. Anyone who knew my dad knows he was a little on the militant side. Seeing that brother taking charge would have been his dream come true. I also pictured my grandfather sitting in his chair in the living room smiling.

So many people are looking down upon this moment in history and smiling. Win or lose, and I pray it's a win, Barack Obama has changed this nation. He has mobilized every age and race to call for change. As he said in his speech, "Eight is enough." I hope it will be enough to clean up the mess our President has made. One term certainly won't be enough.

My favorite moment of the night was when the speech was over and Michelle and the kids came out. Seeing this beautiful Black family holding hands and holding court was a beautiful thing. I thought to myself, "Wow, this could, and should, be the first family." The time is now. If we ever needed change, we need it now.

Let's go!


The Fitness Diva said...

Seeing his little girls on the stage was powerful for me. You know, black girls and the relationship with the father is a huge issue in our community, seeing how many of our girls out here don't get to have that, or if they do, it's one that's dysfunctional, harmful, and sets them up to fail in their own relationships.

I looked at that family, and those little girls up there with their Daddy, standing strong and tall, and such a feeling came over me of happiness, hope, and the knowledge that a change is indeed coming!!!

Those girls are going to grow up to be some strong, intelligent, confident Black women. Amen on that!

Strongblkwmn said...

I totally agree!

Isn't it great that the family to knock a hole in all the stereotypes about black love and the black family could possibly be the first family. Wow!

goldie3030 said...

I want to thank you for being the strong-black-woman that you are first. Then I would like to say your blog was awesome and you ROCK!

rebecca said...

Sweet And Low


Sweet and low, sweet and low,

Wind of the western sea, ,

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea!

Over the rolling waters go,

Come from the dying moon, and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.


Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,

Father will come to thee soon;

Rest, rest, on mother's breast,

Father will come to his babe in the nest,

Silver sails all out of the west

Under the silver moon;

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

-----by age of conan