Waxing Obama

There may be some who foolishly believe that Barack Obama is some magic savior that will solve all of the country's many abysmal problems. There may be some who voted for the celebrity of Obama -- probably the first presidential candidate to substantially infiltrate video games, rap songs, pop radio stations and SNL. He is definitely "cooler" and "hipper" than McCain -- who Chris Rock recently described as "OLD-old." Others may just be relieved just to have a coherent, thinking Democratic president in office. And still others may see that he represents a new generation of adults that are now the voters and contributing citizens of America, and a change in what we need from a leader.

But in the weeks leading up to today, and as I stood in line this morning waiting an hour at Greater Page Temple down my street to vote with many neighbors I'd never met before and who rarely leave their houses, the impact has struck me of what it might mean to have a Black president for the first time in American history. I thought of the people I've lived right next to the last 10 years who struggle so hard to believe even graduating high school and going to college is possible, or the people my roommate defends in the LA courts everyday who are victims of racial profiling, little knowledge of their rights and corrupt law enforcement. These are among the people who Obama has somehow ignited with hope for the success of their own lives and renewed a sense of patriotism and respect for leadership.

Though the actual hard work of realizing hopes and undoing the mess this country currently is has only just begun, I never thought I'd see the day when a leader would arise that the neighbors around me would feel advocated by and believe in. Not because of what he can do, but because of what his election represents, it was a miracle that Barack Obama got elected. And I feel proud to be an American -- maybe really for the first time -- for how we cared enough to vote today and elect the unlikely candidate that will help inspire people in this country who have been starved of hope for so long and give them a sense of ownership for what their futures could be. A black man as president is no longer just an idyllic fantasy of TV and film. Also, it sure is nice to think that we now have a chance, as Sarah Silverman puts it, to no longer be known as the assholes of the universe.

Now, time to roll up our sleeves.