I want a T-shirt that says that.
Tonight, I sat down at the Showbox in downtown Seattle with Randall, the friend who took me to see Obama speak for the first time
just over two years ago, and Tiffany and Barb, with whom I canvassed
for Obama earlier this year, and we watched a thing we'd devoutly wished for but still somehow couldn't believe, actually take place. We saw a skinny black guy with an exotic name win over states in the Old Confederacy. We saw him outperform the Southern white males who were our last two Democratic presidents. (Tonight was truly the Night They Drove Old Dixie Down ...) We watched a cool, thoughtful, eloquent politician emerge unscathed--in fact, arguably stronger--from a swamp of rumor and fearmongering. We saw Southern Strategies and wedge issue campaigns and swift boat attacks flounder and fail. We saw the familiar lines between red and blue states collapse. We watched Barack Obama win the presidency. I can't remember when I've ever felt prouder of my country.
Afterward, my friend Nicole and I walked through downtown surrounded by ecstatic people, screaming, shouting, high-fiving, jumping, marching, honking car horns. A little later, heading up Capitol Hill, I waded through throngs of revelers crowding the middle of Pike Street, which momentarily seemed as thick with human bodies as during the WTO protests of nine years ago or the immigration marches just a couple of years back, but this time not angry or defiant--just overjoyed. Somewhere along the way, a woman stood by the roadside holding a sparkler, looking for all the world like some kind of goth Statue of Liberty.
Now, outside my window, I can hear the celebrations still going on. No doubt about it, this is one deliriously happy city, tonight. And one that feels closer to the rest of the country than it has in a long, long while.
I have pictures. I probably even have more intelligent things to say about all of this. But it's late, and I'm already drifting off. So I'll post that stuff later, maybe tomorrow.
But, man, I have to say that waking up tomorrow is going to feel better than waking up any day has for the past eight years.