Hope for a Better DayPosted: November 5, 2008
I wasn’t expecting it so quickly. I thought I’d go to bed last night not knowing who our next president would be. But when Virginia went to Obama as I was spreading Aveena on my face, I thrust both arms in the air like V and screamed. I knew it was going to happen.
It was just a minute later as I was putting some Burt’s Bees on my lips that I heard the CNN announcer say, “Barack Obama has been elected president of the United States.” I threw the little tube down, screamed a few oh-my-goshes, and ran to the TV, grabbing my camera on the way. I snapped some Breaking News shots of people cheering and the headlines giving the historic news. I actually jumped up and down and cheered with them, yelling “ya-a-a-ay!” The dog retreated to the dark living room, giving me one of her sideways what-is-wrong-with-you looks. We haven’t had this much noise in our house in four months.
I looked at my husband’s picture on the shelf next to the TV — the one of him in his orange hat at Neyland Stadium — and told him we did it, America did it, and I wished he could be here to be a part of it.
I heard explosions and ran outside. It was like the Fourth of July, with fireworks lifting to the sky over on Clarendon Circle — deep booms and crackles and pops, as their colorful sparkles fell toward the earth. I heard car horns blasting somewhere up Hillsboro Road. I wanted to honk mine. All this, in the red, Republican, fundamentalist, conservative stronghold of Williamson County — people who follow fear and who are afraid that anyone who is not Republican is not Christian and will raise their taxes.
Get over it.
Change has come to America. It gives me chill bumps to witness this happen. I have hope of digging out of the hole we’ve dug ourselves into the last eight years. I have hope that America can regain some of her dignity in the eyes of the world. I have hope.