November 5, 2008
First it was Nelson Mandela.
Now, it’s Barack Obama’s turn.
[Note: Photos are from Huffington Post. I'm in the grove of trees encircling the outer edges of the crowd. That's as close as I tried to get]
It was beautiful and so, so, so inspiring to see.
I don’t think I could have imagined what it would have felt like to be standing in that long, long line on Michigan Avenue on a rather balmy un-November-like evening, with the most friendly and chatty people I’ve probably ever met, and entering with that amazingly huge and well-behaved (!) crowd into that park to hear and see him live (albeit behind bulletproof glass) as he stepped into his new role as 44th President of the United States.
What a moment. What a speech. What a speech. What depth of character. What a quality person. What a long time for the 106 year old woman from Atlanta to wait for someone of this caliber to step into the role of leader of this United States of America. How could anyone not want this man to be the person who represents them and acts on their behalf on the world stage? He even recognized his non-supporters and did not demonize them – what a display of grace and humility!
I was so moved by the whole thing, I could seriously even imagine myself living here in this city. America seems almost tolerable again. And you know what else? As I listened to him speak, I knew that he would never see it as politically expedient to declare that I, and persons who share my sexual orientation, could not have a place in his Cabinet. That would simply be unthinkable. He is a model of leadership that we could all learn something from.
Now, I need to go get some sleep as I have a plane to catch in a few hours. You really had to be here. It was worth every last minute and cent to have witnessed and participated in this moment.