Thursday, November 06, 2008
President Barack Obama
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
(from "Still I Rise", Maya Angelou)
I really didn't think America could do it. I don't think I've ever been more overjoyed about being wrong.