Still speechless, mute with awe, blissfully overwhelmed by the weight of history in action. Going to take a few days to shoulder the significance and sort through the myriad emotions.
So, until then, what Leonard Pitts, Jr. said:
For most of the years of the American experiment, “we the people” did not include African Americans. We were not included in “we.” We were not even included in ‘‘people.”
What made it galling was all the flowery words to the contrary, all the perfumed lies about equality and opportunity. This was, people kept saying, a nation where any boy might grow up and become president. Which was only true, we knew, as long as it was indeed a boy and as long as the boy was white.
But as of today, we don’t know that anymore. What this election tells us is that the nation has changed in ways that would have been unthinkable, unimaginable, flat out preposterous, just 40 years ago. And that we, black, white and otherwise, better recalibrate our sense of the possible.
Or, alternatively, what Gary (happy birthday!) said:
“It’s like the fucking end of Star Wars!”
President Barack Hussein Obama.
Savour that name, be proud of it. It is, as Juan Cole said, “an American name.”
(note: Spent last night at an election party hosted by the local chapter of Democrats Abroad, and the mood was, as one would expect, delirious. A tip of the plaid fedora to co-chairs Ed Goehring and Gena Gruschovnikfor throwing a mean shingdig. Hope to see both of you again soon–and congratulations.)