dear elder black man in line with me at my polling place,
i wish i could have told how deeply touched i was when you told me you had never voted before and wanted me to turn my ballot into the scanner ahead of you because you wanted to make sure you wouldn’t “mess it up.” i hope as you watched the results come alive last night, you felt as much of this community, this country, as you always should have. thank you for making my voting experience extra special.
thank you for showing that you want to turn our country around. after watching john mccain’s graceful concession speech and joyfully and hopefully crying during barack obama’s acceptance speech – i am proud to be swallowed up into the whole that is my community and proud to be an american. i am again hopeful for my future, for my parent’s future. there is a quite a mess to clean up over the next 4 years, but i’m glad we’re (finally) all in this together.
p.s. we’ll have to have a talk about bachmann and coleman at a future time. i’m looking at you crazy moms of the 6th district.